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 always 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 was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, ‘Peace bethine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Im confused why this poem can be found on the internet apparently by two separate authors - neither crediting the other.
I think this is a different poem. The poem by Dorothy Francis Gurney begins, " THE Lord God planted a garden: In the first white days of the world, "
I would like to use this poem in a book I am writing about my son who passed from this life when he was 28 years old. May I have your permission?
This is wrongly credited it was written by Dorothy Frances Gurney - she also wrote hymns.
Could you give me the name of the author of this poem please so I can make contact with him/her. Clearly it isn't written by you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem and one I have chosen for my husband. However, the way the poem is narrated is just abysmal. It is meant to be narrated with feeling and love. Not a harsh montone. It ruins it completely.