When God calls little children to dwell with him above
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child.
Who does so much to make our world so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tries calling the aged to his fold,
so he picks a rose bud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so he takes a few.
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still, Somehow we must try.
The saddest words mankind knws will always be goodbye.
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
must realize God loves children, angels are hard to find.
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