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Marie Musaraganyi
December 26, 1959 - September 12, 2016
GOD’S GARDEN
God looked around His garden
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon His 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 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 were hard to climb,
He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace Be Thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
Part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
God looked around His garden
And He found an empty place.
He then looked down upon His 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 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 were hard to climb,
He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace Be Thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
Part of us went with you
The day God called you home.