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God took a walk thru the garden
the flower He plucked was mine,
and I really wouldn't have minded,
but He left me behind.

Now the sun no longer shines on me,
and every day is rain,
and this flower is here all alone
Drowning in a river of pain.

So I lifted my hands up to Him,
and cried out in Jesus name
was it something I did wrong
was I somehow to blame?

The rain is for you my precious one
to allow your blooms to sew,
and on your day of dying
in Heaven your brilliance will show.

In time my most beautiful flower
in My garden you shall see.
The most beautiful flower I've ever plucked,
and next to you she will be.