In loving memory of Rose M. Young.

God looked around his garden and found an empty place

He then looked down 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 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.