Joel's Aunt mentioned this old hymn recently considering my love of my garden.
Gathering flowers for the Master's Bouquet,
Beautiful flowers that will never decay.
Gathered by angels and carried away,
Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
Beautiful flowers that will never decay.
Gathered by angels and carried away,
Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
Death is an angel sent down from above,
Sent for the buds of the flowers we love.
Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way,
Each soul is a flower in the Master's Bouquet.
Sent for the buds of the flowers we love.
Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way,
Each soul is a flower in the Master's Bouquet.
Loved ones are passing each day & each hour,
Passing away as the life of a flower.
But every bud and each blossom some day,
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's Bouquet.
Passing away as the life of a flower.
But every bud and each blossom some day,
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's Bouquet.
Let us be faithful till life's work is done,
Blooming with love till the Reaper shall come.
Then we'll be gathered together some day,
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
Blooming with love till the Reaper shall come.
Then we'll be gathered together some day,
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
Gathering flowers for the Master's Bouquet,
Beautiful flowers that will never decay.
Gathered by angels and carried away,
Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
Beautiful flowers that will never decay.
Gathered by angels and carried away,
Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
1 comment:
I am so glad this ministered to you. So grateful God allowed that blessing for ME! He is faithful and He alone can 'do it'.
Love, Aunt Susan
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