God’s garden must be beautiful

Thank you to whoever wrote this poem. Above all thank you to the Gardener for welcoming my dear auntie in His garden.

God saw you getting tired,

When cure was not to be.

So he wrapped His arms around you,

And whispered, “Come to Me”.

You didn’t deserve what you went through,

So He gave you rest.

God’s garden must be beautiful,

He only picks the best.

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain,

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again.


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