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The Last Rose of Summer
God looked around his garden
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put his arm 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 that 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 hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
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