Annette Martin Connerton

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 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 my heart to lose you

But you did not go alone

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.