God looked around His garden
And found an empty place.
He then loooked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered "Peace be to 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.
3 comments:
That is such a sweet poem!!!
It is the same one I had printed for MaMa.
Andrea,
This is so beautiful. Thanks for posting. This was a very sweet of you. Mama would have loved this poem. Thanks for coming to the services.
Love you. Bobbie
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