~*The
Master Gardener*~
From
heaven above
Planted
a seed
In
the garden of love.
And
from it there grew
A
rosebud small
That
never had time
To
open at all.
For
God in His perfect
And
all-wise way
Chose
this rose
For
His heavenly bouquet.
And
great was the joy
Of
this tiny rose
To
be the one our Father
Chose
to leave earth's garden
For
one on high
Where
roses bloom always
And
never die.
So
while you can't see
Your
precious rose bloom,
You
know the great Gardener
From
the upper room
Is
watching and tending
This
wee rose with care,
Tenderly
touching
Each
petal so fair.
So
think of your darling
With
the angels above,
Secure
and contented
And
surrounded by love.
And
remember God blessed
And
enriched your lives, too,
For
in dying, your darling
Brought
heaven closer to you!
~
Helen Steiner Rice ~
