The Master Gardner 


The Master Gardner 
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 Gardner 
From the upper room
Is watching and tending 
This wee rose with care, 
Tenderly touching 
Each petal so fair. 

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 Rice Steiner