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 stay. 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 heavenly garden here: He often picks the fairest flower, The one we love so dear. But the flowers that are picked by Him Will never fade away; We know they'll bloom forever, And we'll see them some sweet day. Author: Marjorie Staats Source: MrMom's Inspirational Pages [Archived]
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