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 one small child
Who does so much to make this 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,
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.
~~Author Unknown~~
Death of a Child
Sorry I didn't get to stay.
To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.
I'm sorry that I had to die.
God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.
Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.
God didn't take me cause He's mad.
He didn't take me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious..don't you see?
Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you'll come here too, mommy, someday.
Until the day you join me here,
I'll love you mommy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me.
~~By Sandy Eakle~~
