In memory of Gary W. Morse, September 14, 1941 - April 20, 2008: 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 knew that you were suffering He knew you were in pain He knew that you Would never get well one 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 my heart to lose you But you did not go alone For part of me went with you The day God called you home.
Sadly missed by
Son Jim Bob Granddaughter Ashley