Funeral Poem His Bouquet
The Master walked in His garden – Plucking flowers along the way;
He plucked one of my loved ones, – To add to his bouquet.
My heart at first was broken, – At the loss of one so dear;
But the tears I shed just washed my eyes, – So I saw His way more clear.
My Lord has a need for just this one, – For the pattern He has in mind;
But it’s hard for the rest of us to see – Why we must be left behind.
Perhaps we are not ready to go just yet – We may need to ripen more
To reach the full blown fragrance – My Lord is waiting for.
To each, give forth a fragrance – To each we chance to meet
We should each be trying day by day – To make our fragrance sweet.
So I’m going to try my very best – To be loving and kind each day,
So at last I’ll be counted worthy – To be part of my Master’s Bouquet.
Author Unknown