Dear Grandpa,
God looked around his garden And found an empty space;
He then looked down upon this earthAnd 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 knew you were in pain,
He knew you might neverGet well upon this earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough And the hills were hard to climb, so He closed your weary eyelidsand whispered 'Peace be thine.'It broke our hearts to lose you, But you never went alone,
For part of us went with you The day God called you home.
I will always miss you grandpa..
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