In every plant seed there's a flower
Waiting for the chance to bloom.
While some mature and blossom
Others fade away, far to soon.
We marvel at the flowers
Their beauty, color and style
But what of all those others
Who grew for just a while.

They blossom in God's garden
In full majestic splendor.
No weeds to choke them down
No storms to demand their surrender.
We will all see this fine display
When we reach the promised land
As we walk through the gates of heaven
Led by Our Savior's hand.