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 little 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 Goodbye.

So when a child departs

we who are left behind

must realize God loves children

Angels are hard to find.

-Author Unknown

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