God's Garden

The Master Gardener from above
planted a seed in the garden of love.
And from it grew a rosebud small it never
had time to open at all.

For God in His perfect and wise way
chose this rose for his heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy of this tiny rose, to be chosen by the
Father to leave earth's garden below.
To live in a garden on high where roses bloom always
and never die.

So while I can't see your precious rose bloom.
You'll know the great gardener from the upper room,
is watching and tending his wee rose with care,
tenderly touching each petal so fair.

So you think of your darling with the angels above,
secure and content surrounded by love.
And remember God blessed and enriched your lives, too.
For in dying your darling brought heaven closer to you.



Thank you, Elaine, for giving me this beautiful poem.