In The Garden Of Flowers

In the garden of flowers grew

with style and grace,

I knew you were special

when God shined down on your face.

When it was time God came down

and picked you with grace,

and washed all the pain

away from your face.

Without a whimper or a sound

You walked away strong and proud.

We will miss you this is true

But now you must rest

because your work is through.

God knows this and we know it too,

For that is why He has chosen you.