GOD'S FLOWER GARDEN

(Written by a young girl after the death of both parents)

It's hard to lose the ones we love,

To see them pass away,

The sweetest and the kindest gone

While others are left to stray!

But if we had a garden

With roses fair and bright

We'd often pick the loveliest

And think it to be right.

And so it is with Jesus

In His earthly garden here;

He often picks the fairest flowers,

The ones we love so dear.

The flowers that are picked by Him

Will never fade away.

We know they'll live forever, and

We'll see them some sweet day.

---Marjorie Staata