In the broad, wide-open space
Where the gentle zephyrs blow;
Where the showers fall from heaven
Mixed with sunshine's golden glow;
God has scattered lovely flowers,
Red and blue and yellow gold;
Just to brighten up the pathway
For life's travelers, young and old.

But there are those who do not travel;
Those who must at home remain;
Those whose bodies are all crippled;
Those who suffer untold pain;
Those who do not roam the hillside;
Those who see not nature's flowers;
Bodies weak, but souls a-blooming;
These are God's own potted flowers.

Has your home a potted flower,
One which God has planted there?
Are you his appointed keeper,
Tending it with love and care?
Someday He will come and take it
To that land beyond the blue.
Then that potted flower may whisper
"Jesus, take my keeper, too."

~George Collier~