Little Angels

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above

We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love

For no heartache compares with the death of a small child

Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild

Prehaps God tires of calling the aged of His fold

So He picks a rosebud before it grows old

God knows how much we need them and so He takes but few

To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view

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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