This is a poem for our angels in heaven
IN THE GARDEN IN THE GARDEN
In the most beautiful of gardens,
most carefully tended, there is an
occasional rosebud that never opens.
In all respects that rose is like
all the others, but some unseen cause
keeps it from blooming.
It wilts and fades away without coming
to its radiant unfolding.
What happens in nature's garden
occasionally happens also in God's family.
A baby is born, beautiful and precious,
but with some unseen, mysterious hand
sealing that life so it never comes to
it's rightful unfolding.
This child, too, like the bud that
never opens, gradually fades
and is gathered back into God's
heavenly garden of souls-where all
imperfections are made perfect.
Where all injustices are made right,
where all mysteries will finally
be explained: where all sorrows will
finally be turned to joy.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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Baby's Breath by Cindy
This is the touching story of four little angels
This is about our miracle on earth
Some poetry that makes me think of our angels
