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| Jonathan Blaise Syms June 20, 1988 - June 14, 2001 |
| "Little Angels" |
| When God calls little angels 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 And 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 that 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. |
| We'll love you always Jonathan Love, Aunt Louise, Uncle Eddie and cousin Steven |
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