It's hard to lose the ones we love,
To see them pass away;
The sweetest and the kindest gone,
While others are left to stay.
But if we had a garden
With roses fair and bright,
We'd often pick the loveliest,
And think it to be right.
And so it is with Jesus,
In His heavenly garden here:
He often picks the fairest flower,
The one we love so dear.
But the flowers that are picked by Him
Will never fade away;
We know they'll bloom forever,
And we'll see them some sweet day.
(author: Marjorie Staats )
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