Jeffrey Scott Thomas

I don't know the authors. I apologize.

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 garder 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 didnt' 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.

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads his white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. He is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch him until at length he hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: "There, he is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all. He is just as large in mast and hull and spar as he was when he left my side and he is just as able to bear his load of living freight to his destined port. His diminished size is in me, not in him.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
"There he is gone!" there are other eyes watching him coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

"Here he comes!"

And that is dying.

We loved you Jeff. I love you still.