4 de junho de 2008

R.I.P. Dad

God Looked Around

God looked around his garden
And found an empty space;
He then looked down upon this 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 you might never get well upon this earth again
He saw the road was 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 never went alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

Rest in Peace, Dad.
(Autor desconhecido)

2 comentários:

Tatiani disse...

A idade para ser feliz?
A que eu tenho? A que você tem... ou simplesmente estar vivo já basta para podermos desfrutar da alegria... será?

Bom... ainda não sei. Mas se descubrir... eu aviso.
;)

Tatiani disse...

Lindo poema... "He put his arms around you ". A melhor parte.

bjus