Favorite Flowers - Luke Bryan

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

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

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