When God planted his garden

When the wise God planted His garden, 
scattering the seeds from above, 
The choicest seed in His packet 
Was the flower of Mother-love. 
Carefully watched o'er and tended, 
Nurtured by sunshine and shower, 
Ever growing sturdy and stronger, 
It blooms-a beautiful flower. 
A flower so sweet and entrancing, 
Dazzling and shining and white, 
A love that guards us and guides us 
Through hfe~our beacon light. 
A love that steadies our footsteps, 
That stretches a helpful hand, 
That comforts our sorrows and heartaches, 
That always will understand. 
Mother-love, God's gift to His children, 
With heavenly fragrance fraught; 
The brightest flower in God's garden, 
His truest forget-me-not.