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 rose bud
before she can grow old
god knows how much we need them
and so he takes but a few
to make a land of heaven
more beautiful to view
believing this is difficult still
somehow we must try
the saddest word mankind knows will always be
"Good-bye"
so when a little child departs
we who are left behind
must realize God loves children
Angels are hard to find...
 
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