Pluck this little flower.delay not.
I am afraid lest,it may droop into dust
not seen Thy feet
where lives the poorest, lowliest and the lost.
Pluck this little flower.delay not
I may not find a place in His garland
I am afraid lest.The day may end unaware
Offering time may go by.
Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,it may fade
unto ignorance and negligance
Let it touch your feet
Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,its fragrance may escape
without tasting
your fragrance of love
Pluck this little flower
while there is time.
