Charles Hinson

God looked around his garden And found an empty space; 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 only 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 thine.' It broke our hearts to lose you, But you never went alone, For part of us went with you The day God called you home