God looked around His garden
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 did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.