In loving memory of our daughter, Erica Busin.

God's Garden Must Be Beautiful

By Deborah A. BusinGod looked around his gardenAnd found an empty place.He then looked down upon the earthAnd saw your tired face.He knew that you were sufferingA cure was not to beHe saw the road was getting roughAnd the hills were hard for thee.So He wrapped His arms around youAnd softly whispered, "I love thee"I have a home for you anewI made with love for thee.It broke our hearts to lose you.But know: alone you did not go.For part of us went with youThe day God called you home.God's garden must be beautiful