Paul Anthony Clarke

Sunrise:

December 27, 1967

Lancashire, England

Sunset:

March 19, 2010

Toronto, Ontario

God looked around His garden,

And 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,

God’s garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He knew that 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.

God saw he was getting tired

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped His arms around him

And whispered “Come to Me”

In tears we saw him sinking,

We watched him fade away.

Our hearts were truly broken,

He fought so hard to stay.

But when we saw him sleeping,

Peacefully and free from pain,

We could not wish him back,

To suffer that again.

So keep Your arms around him, Lord,

And give him special care,

Make up for all he suffered,

That seemed to us unfair.

So many times we’ve needed him.

So many times we’ve cried.

If love could have saved him,

He never would have died.