And found an empty Place
He then looked 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 knew that you were suffering
He knew that 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 part of us went with you
The day God called you home!
Don Shields
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