IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN by Fred Donald Brace

God took a walk thru the Garden
The flower He plucked was mine,
And I really wouldn't have minded,
But He left me behind.

Now the sun no longer shines on me,
And every day is rain,
And this flower is here all alone
Drowning in a river of pain.

So I lifed my hands up to him,
And cried out in Jesus name.
Was it something I did wrong?
Was I somehow to blame?

The rain is for you my precious one,
To allow your blooms to sew,
And on your day of dying
In Heaven your brilliance will show.

In time my most beautiful flower,
In my garden you will see.
The most beautiful flower I've ever plucked,
And next to you she will be...

Written by: Fred Donald Brace after our mother, Cheryl Kay Brace passed away