"LITTLE
ANGELS"
When God calls little children to dwell with
Him above,
We mortals sometime 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 BY".
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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