God has a way to pick out the one
That leaves this world when there job is done
He has grafted us together and gives us many task
But we sometime don’t listen and hide under a mask
We think that life has been so hard on us
But we make some decisions that puts us on a bus
The ride seams fun and the view is great
As we think of it as going on the first date
When the times get tough and it seams we have failed
That is when our roots really begin to jell
As we pick our self up to start over again
We must remember how are roots first began
Life is good and the flower is starting to bloom
That is when God will take us to his room
So let not be so sad when a love one goes
And just think of it as they have become God’s little rose