shared by Aliza Margolies
Date: 4 May 1999
Little Angels When God calls little children to dwell with Him above
We mortal 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 work 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 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 some how we must try
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Good-bye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard find.
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