WHEN GOD CALLS LITTLE CHILDREN
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 seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires always calling the aged to his fold,
And so he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so he picks but few,
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, but somehow we must try.
The saddest word that man can know will always be “Goodbye.”
And so when little ones depart, we who are left behind,
Must realize how much God loves them, for angels are hard to find.
