When God calls little children
To dwell with Him above,
We mortals always question
The wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
The death of one small child
Who does so much to make this world
So wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tries always calling
The ages to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud
Before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
And so he takes but a few,
To make the land of Heaven
More beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
Still somehow we must try.
The saddest word that mankind knows
Will always be "Goodbye".
And so when little ones depart.
We who are left behind
Must realize how much God loves kids,
For "Angels" are hard to find.
- Author Unknown
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