He Gathers Flowers 11/24/93

He gathers His flowers with tender care,
for His eternal garden so bright and fair.
Gathering each fallen petal, every broken stem,
each withered blossom new again.

In tangled vines, precious beauty unseen,
among thorns and thistles, perfection
found between.
He rescues fallen buds that never
got to bloom.
Often it seems He gathers his
flowers to soon.

He gently gathers the new and the old,
and takes them into the fold,
each one glorious in His garden above,
each one flourishes in the Savior's love.

Matthew 24:31 And He will send out His
angels with a trumpet blast, and they will
gather His elect from the four winds, from
one end of the heavens to the other.

Susan Hebert Ajaz
copyright 11/24/93
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