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.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills are 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.
