Just When Her/His Life Was Brightest

Just when her/his life was brightest,

Just when her/his years were best,

She/He was called from this world of sorrow

To a home of eternal rest.

Our thoughts go wandering when daylight fades

To the land of long ago.

And memory paints the scenes of old

In the fold of the twilight glow.

We seem to see in the soft dim light

A Face we love the best,

And think of her/him when the sun’s last ray

Goes down in the far off west.

The depths of sorrow we cannot tell,

Of the loss of the one we loved so well;

And while she/he sleeps a peaceful sleep

Her/His memory we shall always keep.

Before the throne of God

Thousands of children stand;

Children whose sins are all forgiven

A holy, happy band.

Up there among the throng

Our little (insert name) stands

Waiting for us to join her/him

In that holy, happy land.

Gathered by Jesus in all her/his childish purity

A beautiful snowdrop to bloom in the

Garden of Heaven

Sweet little flower of heavenly birth,

She/He was too fair to bloom on earth