And he found an empty place.
He then looked upon this 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 are hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids,
and whispered "peace be thine."
It broke our heart to lose you,
but you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Sharing this poem in loving memory of our friends,
Mollie Jean Casey
April 16, 1996 - July 20, 2008
July 30, 2000 - July 24, 2008