Peace Be Thine

We often sit and think of you,
And think of how you died;
To think you could not say goodbye
Before you closed your eyes.

Your weary hours and days of pain,
Your troubled nights are past;
Your ever patient willing soul,
Has found sweet rest at last.

God saw the road was getting rough,
The hill was hard to climb;
He gently closed your loving eyes,
And whispered  ‘peace be thine’