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 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 bethine’.
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.
For those who love must let us go.
In comfort, please believe I’m free,
From all the pain life can bestow,
As I begin my world anew,
Consider not what used to be,
I’m sending happy smiles to youWhile I enjoy eternity.
Lord, bless the home
From which I came,
Yet brush each lonely hour away,
With fond remembrance of my name,
And a sunshine for a newer day.
Look to the wind to find me there,
Beside the hardest thing you do.
I’ve left my love within this prayer
I’m always watching over you.
A bud unfolds in the grandeur of the morn,
As the dark shadows of night silently flee,
With its beauty rising among the thorns,
Its fragrance sweetly beckons the honey bee.
There I see the awesome Hand of God above,
Silently moving across the verdant earth,
Displaying the grandeur of His precious love,
With a rose as a token of His new birth.
–Roger Lee, by permission