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.

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