God took a dieing young flower,
And made it a rose.
He gave it a face of an angel
And the cutest little nose.
Although this little flower,
Has wilted many times
God touches it with loving hands,
And up again it climbs.
God made this special little rose
For reasons of His own
To help spread salvation to this earth,
Before He takes it home.
Then he will plant it in His garden,
Around the great white throne.
Then he will say to the little flower,
Well done my child, my own.
She will never no more wither,
She will no more die
She will be happy in God’s kingdom
She will never no more cry.
She will sing along with the angels
She will clap her hands with glee
She will walk in the garden with Jesus
I just know that’s the way it will be
© Jean E. Herman. All rights reserved
(J. E. Herman Nov. 10, 1927-Nov. 2, 1999)
