God's Garden
When the wise God planted His garden,
Scattering the seeds from above,
The choicest seed in His packet
Was the flower of mother love.
Carefully watched over and tended,
Nurtured by sunshine and shower,
Ever growing sturdy and stronger,
It blooms, a beautiful flower.
A flower so sweet and entrancing,
Dazzling and shining and white,
A love that guards us and guides us
Through life, our beacon light.
A love that steadies our footsteps,
That stretches a helpful hand,
That comforts our sorrows and heartaches,
That always will understand.
Mother love...God's gift to His children,
With heavenly fragrance fraught,
The brightest flower in God's garden,
His truest forget me not.
Myrtie Fisher Seaverns
