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THE MASTER'S
BOUQUET
The Master walked in
His garden Plucking flowers along the way; He plucked two of
my loved ones, To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was
broken, At the loss of two 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.
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