When God
calls little Angels
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 rose bud,
before it
can grow old.
God knows
how much we need them,
and 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 "Goodbye".
So when a
little child departs,
we who are
left behind
Must realize
God loves children
and angels
are hard to find.
....Author
Unknown
Special Thanks
To
Leroy H.
and Angel For Sharing
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