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Poem





When God calls children to dwell with Him above,we mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,so he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
He knows how we need them, 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 mankind knows will always be "Good-Bye."

So when a little child departs,we who are left behind must realize God Loves children:Angels are hard to find.



Author Unknown



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