LITTLE ANGELS
When God calls little children 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 makes our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to the 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.
LITTLE ANGELS
When God calls little children 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 makes our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to the 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.
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