Little Angels
Created by Sheri 16 years ago
When God calls little Angels to dwell
with Him above
We mortals sometime
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
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged
to his fold. So he picks a rose bud,
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes buta 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.