in the windows of Heaven where pretty flowers bloom
The angel said, Lord, you'd better take heed,
in this vacant spot, another bud you need.
The Lord looked down and said right away,
Go down to Earth and gather another bud for my bouquet.
So the angel was off, in the wisk of a sigh,
Looking for buds, passing big flowers by.
He passed many buds that gleemed and shined,
But for some reason they were not the right kind.
Then suddenly there stood a bud so ruby and fair,
This is the one, said the angel,
That the Lord wants up there!
So he snapped it qickly, this blossom to gain,
For he didn't want it to feel any pain.
And away they went, back to the Master's land.
The angel leading the bud, they walked hand in hand.
Here's your bud, Lord, the angel was sighing,
But I left many big flowers down there crying.
The Lord turned around, he said, I have all power,
I'll send new strength to the heart broken flowers.
My spirit shall call them, if they live for Me.
Then some glad morning, their blossom, they'll see.
As the time goes on, their visions will grow dimmer,
Their deep wounds will heal,
But their bud they'll remember,
They know the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,
And the Lord needed their bud,
For "His Special Bouquet"
Author Unknown
