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When God calls our loved ones
To dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of ones we love
Wo do so much to make our world
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 a 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 loved one departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves us all...
Angels are hard to find.
~Unknown |
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