God looked around his garden
and He found an empty place,
He then looked down upon this
Earth, and saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
Gods garden must be beautiful.
He always takes the best.
He knew you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get
Well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered "Peace Be Thine,"
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God Called you home.
