The Master walked in His garden Plucking flowers along the way, He plucked one of my loved ones too 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 pattem 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 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 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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