Angel fair, with sweet bouquet,
Did you pick all those for me today?
Thank you for the gift,
Thank you for the gift,
Thank you for the rose.
Thanks be unto Him,
For everything that grows.
The earth is His garden,
Filled with many blooms,
And in heaven with many rooms,
There are more than I could ever hope to see.
His angel fair has planted a garden there.
Sown it just for me.
Rebecca Jones
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