God looked around his garden And found an empty place, He then looked down upon the earth And saw your precious 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. So he closed your weary eyes and He whispered, ‘Peace be thine’. Then he took you up to Heaven So gentle, so kind. 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. God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best.