With ever-loving tender care
The Gardner plants His flowers where
A family's beauty's incomplete,
His flowers of childhood, frail and weak.
A few, it seems, do poorly fare
In soil of trial and earthly care.
So those He specially, gently treats,
Those flowers of childhood, frail and weak.
And laying them upon His breast
He moves them when the time is best
To where in heaven roots sink deep,
So they can flourish, strong and sweet.
And while we miss their presence here
We know the Gardner holds them dear.
Because of that-again we'll meet
Our flowers of childhood, strong and sweet.
Copyright 2001 James McAlister
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