Gathering Flowers For The Master’S Bouquet


Death is an angel sent down from a-bove, sent for the buds of the
flowers we love. Truly it’s so, for in heaven’s own way, each soul
is a flower in the Master’s bou-quet. Gathering flowers for
the Master’s bouquet, beautiful flowers that will never de-cay. Gathered
by angels and carried a-way, forever to bloom in the Master’s
bou-quet. Loved ones are passing each day and each hour, passing
away as the life of a flower. But every bud will each blossom some day,
will bloom as a flower in the Master’s bou-quet. Let us be
faithful till life’s work is done, bloom like a flower till the reaper has
come. Then we’ll be gathered to-gether some day, transplanted to
bloom in the Master’s bou-quet.