There are no words;

There Are No Words
There are no words; what can I say?
At last her sweet soul winged its way
To peace and freedom in the sky
Where never again will she suffer or cry.
It's all a part of God's great plan
Which remains a mystery to man.
We cannot understand His ways
Nor can we count our earthly days.
But who are we to question and doubt?
God knoweth well what He's about;
He knew she longed to go to sleep
Where only angels, a vigil keep.
The pain of living grew too great;
No longer could she stay and wait.
She did not want to leave her special dear,
But she had finished her work down here.
So she closed her eyes and when she awoke,
These are the words the Master spoke . . .
"Welcome, my child, you are home at last,
And now the burden of living is past."
So weep not, she has just gone ahead.
Don't think of her as being dead.
She's out of sight for a little while,
And you'll miss her touch and her smile,
But you know she is safe in the home above
Where there is nothing but peace and love.
And, surely, you would not deny her peace . . .
And you're glad that she has found release.
Think of her there as a soul that is free,
And home at last, where she wanted to be