Little Flowers
Little Flowers
I.
Little flowers never worry
When the wind begins to blow
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall
Though, it's wet and oh so cold
Soon the sun will shine again
And they'll smile unto the world
For their beauty to behold
CHORUS:
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it pour
Let trouble keep on knocking at my door
If we'll learn the right from wrong
It will help to make us strong
when the clouds begin to gather
And that old wind begins to blow
Little flowers don't complain
Though they're tossing to and fro
Well I guess I've learned the secret
They don’t fret because they know
If it never, never rains
Then they’d never, never grow
CHORUS:
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it pour
Let trouble keep on knocking at my door
If we'll learn the right from wrong
It will help to make us strong
Lord please help us learn the secret guess
Even little flowers know
If it never, never rains
Then we'll never, never grow
The Most Beautiful Story
If you'll listen my darling, tonight 'ere you rest
I'll tell you the story that we all loves best
How a marvelous thing that all children should know
Happened in Bethlehem, long, long ago
There were stars in the heavens, all shining and bright
And a new star was rising o'er Judah that night
For within a poor stable a baby was born
And that beautiful baby was Jesus our Lord
It's a story of wonder and glory and awe
Filled with heavenly love and the goodness of God
Learn it well, take it with you wherever you go
The most beautiful story that's ever been told
Though the folk in the village were all fast asleep
There were shepherds out watching that night with their sheep
When a legion of angels came down from on high
Singing and bringing great tidings of joy
It's a story of wonder and glory and awe
Filled with heavenly love and the goodness of God
Learn it well, take it with you wherever you go
The most beautiful story that's ever been told
In a manger he lay as the angels had said
While Mary and Joseph kept watch by his bed
For the babe was our Savior, the Father's own Son
Sent to love little children and bless everyone
It's a beautiful story, the sweetest I've heard
Full of comfort and hope, and it's true--every word
So remember it always, and then when you're grown
Tell this sweet story to babes of your own
It's a story of wonder and glory and awe
Filled with heavenly love and the goodness of God
Learn it well, take it with you wherever you go
The most beautiful story that's ever been told