Little Angels
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
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need
them
and so He takes but few.
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must
try.
The saddest word mankind
knows
will always be "Good-bye".
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children
and Angels are hard to find.
Author: Unknown



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