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 young child
who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold,
and 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 that mankind knows
will always be “good-bye”.
So when a little child leaves those of us behind,
realize God loves his children and Angels are hard to find.