Beside your grave we often stand
Our hearts both crushed and sore,
With difficulty a second year has come,
And nothing will be the same as before.
Sadly missed along life's way,
Quietly remembered every day.
No longer in my life to share,
But in my heart you're always there.
Heaven's gate swung gently open,
The Master called softly, "Come"
And you, dear one, took the Master's hand,
And your work on earth was done.
We'll never cease to miss you,
And shed many silent tears,
Because we cannot share with you
Our hopes, our joys, our fears.
But one day, in God's garden,
When the Master calls us to come,
You'll be at the gates with open arms
And say to us, "Welcome Home!"
