Keigan Hunter Lorne Shawinimash

God looked around his garden,
And found and empty space.
He then looked down upon earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.
He knew you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew the road was getting rough
And hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “Peace be thine”
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.