Gods Little Rose

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God planted in his little garden,
A beautiful little rose.
She was a special flower,
Why? Only God knows.

She was a wilted flower,
God gave her love and care.
She has known only pain and heartache,
But has a face of an angel fair.
We don’t know why He chose her,
Or why she suffers so.
Only God knows the answer,
Why He kept her here below.

Many have worked on this flower,
And they shake their heads and nod.
They know the only thing that keeps her alive,
Is the miracle art of God.

But soon this little flower,
Will be planted in the garden above.
She will know no more pain or heartache,
She will have God and all his love.

And when I reach that garden,
I’ll find my little rose.
She will be with the fairest flowers,
Her face an angel glow.
She will remember how grandma loved her,
When on the earth below.

Although I hardly knew her,
In her little heart she will know.
Then we will always be together,
No one will take us apart.
We will be happier together in Gods garden,
Then ever we were ever below.

Grandma

© Jean E. Herman. All rights reserved
(J. E. Herman Nov. 10, 1927-Nov. 2, 1999)