June 4, 1927 ~ September 15, 2011
God looked around His Garden
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 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.
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