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 the 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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