in the window of heaven where pretty flowers bloom.
The angel said, 'Lord better take heed,
in this vacant spot another flower we need.'
The Lord looked over and said right away,
go down to Earth and get a flower for my bouquet.
The angel was off in a whisk of a sigh,
looking for buds that gleamed and shined.
For some reason, they were not the right kind.
When suddenly there stood a flower so ruby and fair
'this is the one' the angel said 'the Lord wants up there.'
So he snapped it up quickly, this flower to gain,
for he didn't want it to feel any pain.
Then away they went back to the Master's Land,
the angel leading the flower, they walked hand in hand.
'Here is you flower, Lord,' the angel was sighing,
'but I left the other flowers down there crying.
For they were heartbroken so at this hour,
I hope you know they loved this flower.'
Then the Lord turned around, he said,
'I have all the power,
I'll send new strength to those dear broken flowers.
My spirit shall call them as they honor me,
then come glad morning, blossoms they'll glee.'
And as time goes on, their sorrows will grow dimmer.
Deep wounds will heal, and their flower they'll remember.
They know the Lord giveth and taketh away.
And the Lord needed this flower for His special bouquet.
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