When GOD calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes questions the wisdom if His love.
For no heartaches 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 picks a little rosebud before it can grow old.
GOD knows how much we need them, so He takes but a few,
To make the land of heaven more beatiful to view.
Believing this 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.