Frank “Buster” Spendley

04/18/1932 - 08/27/2017

God’s Garden

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.

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.