The Tiny Rosebud


The Master Gardener
From heaven above
Planted a seed
In the garden of love.
And from it there grew
A rosebud small
That never had time
To open at all.


For God in His perfect
And all-wise way
Chose this rose
For His heavenly bouquet.
And great was the joy
Of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father
Chose to leave earth's garden
For one on high
Where roses bloom always
And never die.


So while you can't see
Your precious rose bloom,
You know the great Gardener
From the upper room
Is watching and tending
This wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching
Each petal so fair.


So think of your darling
With the angels above,
Secure and contented
And surrounded by love.
And remember God blessed
And enriched your lives, too,
For in dying, your darling
Brought heaven closer to you!

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~


Little Angels

When God calls little children
To dwell with Him above;
We mortals sometime question
The wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with
The death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world,
Seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
The aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud,
Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,
And so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more
Beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be "Goodbye."

So when a little child departs,
We who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

~ Author Unknown ~

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