Thanks to my sister for texting this..
Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the flowers and the lilies we love
Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way
The soul is a flower of the Master's bouquet
Chorus
Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet
We must be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming away in the warmth of the sun
But every bud and each blossom some day
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet
Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly so, for in heaven's own way
We're only the flowers in the Master's bouquet
Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
Passing away as the life of a flower
But every bud and each blossom some day
We'll bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet
Let us be faithfull till life's work is done
Blooming like flowers till the Reaper shall come
Then we'll be gathered together some day
And planted to bloom in the Master's bouquet
1 comment:
"The Master's Bouquet" sang so beautifully and fitting.
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