Little Angels

When God calls little children

  to dwell with Him above

We mortals sometimes question

  the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compare 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 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.

Believing this is difficult

 still somehow we must try.

The saddest word mankind knows

 will always be "goodbye".

So when a little child departs,

 we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,

 Angels are hard to find.