Gods' Little Angels
When God calls little children,
to dwell with him above,
we mortals sometimes question,
the wisdom of his love.
No heartache will 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 can grow old.
God know how much we need them,
so he takes but a few,
to make the land of heaven,
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
still somehow we must try.
The saddest words mankind will know,
will always be " Goodbye!"
So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children,
and that angels are hard to find!!
Poem Sent in by Jennifer Lidy
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