Little Angels

By: Anonymous
Copied by: Kelly P Tees

When God calls children to dwell with him above,
we mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one 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 this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
For the saddest word mankind knows
will always be "goodbye."
So when a child departs,
we who are left behind
must realize God loves children too-
Angels are hard to find.

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