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Father Made the Flowers

(dedicated to Stephen Foster)

Father made the flowers

They glow so prettily

Father made the flowers

Growing all thru the days

Father made the Flowers

To cheer us on our ways

Father made the flowers

Spring and summer too

Father made the flowers

Perfect as they could be

Father made the flowers

And He made you and me

Did you ask the flowers

Who keeps us from all strife?

Jesus is our Lord

Who gives us joy and life

Praise we now our father

More perfect than his flowers

Who can tell he loves us

And made us tenderly

Gave his rules to guide us

Just so that we could sing?

Father made the flowers

And He made everything

(repeat 1st verse)

This song was sung to me by the robins

in the trees near where we were picking tulips

at 6AM every morning in WA for 2 bucks an hour.

What a lot of color I saw as I fell asleep at night after picking

tulips of all colors for 8 hours a day.


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