Little Flowers

 Parked under a tree last night and in the ensuing rain that fell, a whole bunch of little flowers fell on the car.  Little flowers, petite and gentle.  

And as I drove home that night, I hear the words of that hymn

Softly and tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling for you and for me

See on the portals, He's waiting and watching.

Watching for you and for me

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home.

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading?

Pleading for you and for me

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies?

Mercies for you and for me.

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home.

Oh, for that wonderful love He has promised

Promised for you and for me

Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon

Pardon for you and for me

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, oh, sinner come home

Calling oh, sinner come home