MidwestPiglet
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My dear Grandma Tess passed away just before Thanksgiving. She was an avid gardener, and gave me my love of all things green. This poem was on the memorial card given at her service--I thought other garden lovers might enjoy.
The Garden
God looked around his garden
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.
Gods 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,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed your weary eyes,
And whispered, Peace be thine.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didnt go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
The Garden
God looked around his garden
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.
Gods 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,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed your weary eyes,
And whispered, Peace be thine.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didnt go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.