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 knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on this 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 you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

~ Author Unknown ~

We have a secret, you and I
that no one else shall know,
For who but I can see you lie
each night in fire glow?

And who but I can reach my hand
before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
and touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths
and see you ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.

And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
And when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.
~ Author Unknown ~