Flowers In The Garden

Lord, mama's been gone now just over a year.
And a day doesn't pass, that I don't shed a tear.
She'd work in her garden, for hours and hours.
It gave her such pleasure to tend to her flowers.

When springtime would come, she'd put on her gloves.
Because of the thorns on the flowers she loved.
She said when you died Lord, Your crown was of thorns.
And the clothes that you wore, were shredded and torn.

Chorus

Lord I know your garden is beautiful there.
It's tended by angels like mama who cared.
I'll be coming soon, when, only you know.
Then I'll help my mama take care of your rose.

Lord I know your garden doesn't need any care.
But could mama watch over, while she's up there?
I know that your crown is not like a thorn
And the robe that you wear, now is not torn.

Chorus

Lord I know your garden is beautiful there.
It's tended by angels like mama who cared.
I'll be coming home soon, only you know.
Then I'll help my mama take care of your rose.

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Then I'll help my mama take care of your rose.