Beautiful wild flower,

Delicate and pure,

Plucked just before it’s bloom,

It’s the Master’s field,

He decides

 

Love’s rarest of beauties,

Now clothed in white,

Before we could see purple turn to white

What to do with these her gifts?

 

Oh rarest of princesses

Now in Christ’s fields to grow

In His arms to sleep

Not married to her prince as was hoped

Now forever joined to her God

 

Prince of peace,

Comfort our hearts

Bring joy behind this veil of tears

shine light into the building darkness

 

Dawn seems forever lost,

the sun set on this her life

May the Son, His glorious light shine

As He comes to take this our cross,

Jesus forever glorified in death or life

Nenanji our sister and friend,

Rest in Christ alone

Forevermore, till He calls us home.