Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sometimes God picks a flower that is still in full bloom; sometimes the rosebud's chosen that we feel He's picked too soon.
Sometimes the flower is fading with petals floating down, but God knows the perfect time to gather flowers from the ground.
There is a heavenly garden He's placed within it the loved ones that we treasure.
He walks among the blossoms giving them eternal rest, and I know that it must please Him because He chose your very best.
