Godís Flower Garden
Sometimes we canít quite understand
Our Great Creatorís way,
When he takes a life so young And leaves
One withered, old & gray.
Whose life work seems finished,
Perhaps is waiting for the call,
While that life so young and tender
Held so much here for us all.
Then sometimes I get to thinking
Perhaps this world down here below,
Is just a flower garden,
Where Godís flowers live and grow.
And perhaps when God is lonely
Like us, He loves to roam,
In His garden, gathering flowers
Just to beautify His home.
Thoí He takes the full-bloom flowers
Drooped and withered that need His care,
Still He needs a bud or blossom
To scatter with them, here and there.
So He takes a few choice blossoms
Just the rarest He can find,
And because God needs them up in
Must comfort loved ones left behind.
In Loving Memory of Stacy Ann Vanderlinde
Fondly Remembered, Sadly Missed, Forever Loved