Obituary of Marjorie Theresa Park

God’s GardenGod looked around His gardenAnd He found an empty place.He then looked down upon His earthAnd saw your tired face.He put His arm around youAnd 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 neverGet well on earth again.He saw that the road was getting rough,And the hills were hard to climb,He closed your weary eyelidsAnd whispered “Peace Be Thine.”It broke our hearts to lose youBut you didn’t go alone.Part of us went with youThe day God called you home.