The Master's Bouquet
The Master walked in His garden, Plucking flowers along the way; He plucked one of my loved ones, To add to His bouquet.
My heart at first was broken At the loss of one so dear; But the tears I shed just washed my eyes, So I saw His way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one, For the pattern He has in mind; But it's hard for the rest of us to see Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet We may need to ripen more To reach the full blown fragrance My Lord is waiting for.
To each give forth a fragrance To each we chance to meet We should each be trying day by day To make our fragrance sweet.
So I'm going to try my very best To be loving and kind each day, So at last I'll be counted worthy To be part of my Master's Bouquet.
Author Unknown
Corinthians 2:9
No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love Him.
