GOD'S FLOWER GARDEN Sometimes we can't quite understand Our Great Creator's way, When he takes a life so young And leaves one withered, old and gray. Whose life's 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 the world down here below, Is just a flower garden, Where God's 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. Tho’ 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 Heaven, Must comfort loved ones left behind. a poem that was shared with my family long before me but my family feels like its something that we must share with all who need it.