Soft like velvet, delicate and rare,
God picked a flower I didn’t want to share.
Basking in the warm sunlight,
God picked a flower full of love and life.
As gentle as a feather on an angel’s wing,
God picked a flower that uplifted me.
Resilient, brave, and strong,
God picked a flower that withstood the storm.
God picked a flower right out of my garden,
left a hole in my heart that sorrow hardened.
God picked a flower before I let go,
roots in my hand that no longer grow.
God picked a flower before it withered away,
gave it new life and a home to stay.
God picked a flower that wasn’t me,
left me here wondering,
why God picked a flower I needed too,
why God picked a flower that had to be you.