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. Nothing's promised in this life, all you can do is believe. 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. And 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 windowsill, looking out over this big old world. And I know heaven sure loves having you around. And in his eyes we're all the same, but I just gotta thank when he saw you. And how perfect, and how pretty you were, he just couldn't wait. 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. And 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. God picks his favorite, God picks his favorite flowers first.