A poem for my Uncle Timothy:
A bright light from our family is gone,
A voice we loved is stilled,
A place is vacant in our family
which never can be filled.
God gave us a beautiful uncle
One who was always there with a helping hand.
And now that our uncle is gone,
Only God can help us accept His plan.
We miss you, our hearts are sore,
And as time goes by we miss you more.
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
no one can take our uncle's place.
God looked around His garden
And 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 always takes the best.
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.
Uncle Timothy, rest in perfect peace In Jesus Name Amen
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