While we are tending our earthly gardens,
Gardener lends us His seeds to sow,
The bulbs of His lilies, the roots of His
To plant and cherish and watch them grow.
He comes when the day is over
And garners a sheaf of the full-grown wheat,
for the harvest and waiting the sickle,
Ready to fall at the Reaper's feet.
sometimes He comes in the early morning
And tenderly gathers the sweetest flowers,
buds of the lily, the rose half-openend:
Shall we not joy when He chooses ours?
we not yield God our loveliest blossoms,
Glad that He finds them so fragrant
Worthy transplanting to heavenly gardens,
To gain new beauty beneath
Never a storm shall sweep over His flowers,
drought shall wither, nor frost shall blight;
About His feet they shall grow
And bloom forever in His pure sight.
A lady much acquainted
with death -
Before she had seen 3 decades, she parted with
her real and
her adoptive parents as well
as her younger, and only sister.
116:15 Precious in the sight of
the LORD is the death of his saints.
to: "Safe In the Arms of Jesus"