Sometimes God picks flowers
To set on his table divine 

Unanswered questions so many...
Why this child of mine

Perhaps he needed my angel
Surely his choice was right

Because my angels in heaven
That's why the stars shine so bright

Always in my heart
With loving memories

That my darling child
Is where you will always be

God picked the most precious flower
When he chose this child of mine

His table is set and perfect
His table is divine

AngelKat50
Copyright 3-6-01 

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