God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face. 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 getting rough and the hills hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyes and whispered "come with me." He put his arms around you and he lifted you to rest. Although we loved her dearly, we could not make her stay. A golden heart stopped beating. God's garden must be beautiful, because he broke our hearts to prove to us that he only takes the best. If tears could build a stairway, and heartache could make a lane, we'd walk a path to heaven and bring you home again.