This is a poem close to me and my grandma use to tell me this poem while I was a Kid and now this is all I have to remember her with.

God looked around his garden
and found an empty place
He looked down upon the earth
and saw your tired face.

He put his arms arround 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 you would never
get well on earth again.

He saw that the road was getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb,
Sh he closed your weary eyelids
and whispered "Peace Be Thine."

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.