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Little Angels
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 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 child departs
we who
are left behind
Must realize God loves children
Angels
are hard to find.
Author Unknown To Me
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