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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.

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In Need of An Angel,

the poems you post are absolutely amazing! I really love them! This one has a very interesting concept, about us being God's flowers, and we are all a part of His garden.

Thank you for sharing!

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Dear In Need,

You are an angel indeed sharing that poem with us! It is a beautiful visual and just what I needed today.

Thank you,

Kath

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  • 2 years later...

God designed a garden

So lovely flowers could blossom in it

They would grow in different shades

Emerge in many forms

And as God walks amid His hand-made garden

He finds delight

He is the object of their adoring

He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart

For they do not do, what they were made to do

All flowers were made to worship

In God’s garden.

With outstretched petals

Offering pure colors and sweet odors

This sweet adoration; the earth was destined to be covered

He finds pleasure

He is the object of their adoring

He also sees in the desert, the wilted ones, they break His heart

For they do not do, what they were made to do

All flowers were made to worship

In God’s garden.

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