Missing You
God's finger touched himand he slipped away
From earth's shadow to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed his wearly eye.
And whispered"Peace be thine."
To a beautiful garden this friend is gone,
To a land of perfect rest;
Though he is gone he still lives on
In the garden of memory.
From earth's shadow to a brighter day;
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb;
He gently closed his wearly eye.
And whispered"Peace be thine."
To a beautiful garden this friend is gone,
To a land of perfect rest;
Though he is gone he still lives on
In the garden of memory.