St. Michael the Archangel,
Defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the malice and
Snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.
And do you, O Prince of the heavenly Host,
by the devine power, thrust into hell,
Satan and all evil spirits who prowl about
The world, seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen
God looked around His garden and He 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 only 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 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.
