About a year after my mother died I was still missing her. One day while I was doing the most mundane of chores I told my Father - "Lord, I miss Mom." Just as quickly a voice replied softly and quietly in my head...."She is better off with me than she is with you." Was it the Lord speaking to me? Or was it my brain talking back to me? But the voice said "better off with Me" and not "better off with God". It comforted me greatly and for the first time I could look beyond my grief and see that Mom is indeed in a better place. The poem below is entitled "In His Garden".God looked around His garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the 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 that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road getting rough and the 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 didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you the day God took you home.
If tears could build a stairway and heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk a path to heaven to be with you again.
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He then looked down upon the 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 that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road getting rough and the 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 didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you the day God took you home.
If tears could build a stairway and heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk a path to heaven to be with you again.
Unknown
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