Gone, not forgotten
~ anonymous ~
God’s finger touched her and she slipped away
From earth’s dark shadows to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed her weary eyes,
And whispered, “Peace be thine.”
To a beautiful garden this friend has gone,
To a land of perfect rest;
Though she is gone she still lives on
In the garden of eternity.
~ Unknown~
Death is only an old door set in a garden wall.
On quiet hinges it gives at dusk, when the thrushes call.
Along the lintel are green leaves, beyond, the light lies still;
Very weary and willing feet go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart, nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only an old door in a garden wall.
~ Nancy Byrt Turner
God’s finger touched her and she slipped away
From earth’s dark shadows to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed her weary eyes,
And whispered, “Peace be thine.”
To a beautiful garden this friend has gone,
To a land of perfect rest;
Though she is gone she still lives on
In the garden of eternity.
~ Unknown~
Death is only an old door set in a garden wall.
On quiet hinges it gives at dusk, when the thrushes call.
Along the lintel are green leaves, beyond, the light lies still;
Very weary and willing feet go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart, nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only an old door in a garden wall.
~ Nancy Byrt Turner