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 does so much to make our world,
Seems 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 take 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 know
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"
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 does so much to make our world,
Seems 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 take 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 know
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 does so much to make our world,
Seems 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 take 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 know
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"
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 does so much to make our world,
Seems 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 take 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 know
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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