What makes Him do the things He does
Why some people go so soon
While some grow old
I've learned we're just a step away
And tomorrow might be kind of tough
Nothings promised in this life
All you can do is believe
[Chorus:]
So it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
And shined upon your face
Or how the rain would find you
On the driest of days
Your smile in the morning
The way you'd reach for the sky
How you danced in the breeze
As people walked by
So it must be true
What I once heard
God picks His favorite flowers first
I bet He put you in his window sill
Looking out over this big old world
And I know Heaven sure does love
Having you around
In His eyes we're all the same
But I just gotta think when He saw you
And how perfect and pretty you were
He just couldn't wait
[Chorus:]
Yeah it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
And shined upon your face
Or how the rain would find you
On the driest of days
Your smile in the morning
The way you'd reach for the sky
How you danced in the breeze
As people walked by
So it must be true
What I once heard
God picks His favorite flowers first
Yeah it must be true
What I once heard
God picks His favorite
God picks His favorite
Flowers first
I guess we don't quite understand down here What makes Him do the things He does Why some people go so soon While some grow old I've learned we're just a step away And tomorrow might be kind of tough Nothings promised in this life All you can do is believe [Chorus:] So it must have been the way the sunlight hit you And shined upon your face Or how the rain would find you On the driest of days Your smile in the morning The way you'd reach for the sky How you danced in the breeze As people walked by So it must be true What I once heard God picks His favorite flowers first I bet He put you in his window sill Looking out over this big old world And I know Heaven sure does love Having you around In His eyes we're all the same But I just gotta think when He saw you And how perfect and pretty you were He just couldn't wait [Chorus:] Yeah it must have been the way the sunlight hit you And shined upon your face Or how the rain would find you On the driest of days Your smile in the morning The way you'd reach for the sky How you danced in the breeze As people walked by So it must be true What I once heard God picks His favorite flowers first Yeah it must be true What I once heard God picks His favorite God picks His favorite Flowers first Explain Request ×
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