Little Angels

When God calls little children 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 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 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.

Our little angel is now serving the Lord up above.

Our Sweet girl was brought to us in this world on the

8th day of August, 1986 it was on the 29th day of

September, 1994 when God realized that he needed

his helper so he came down and brought her home.

Although I may of never met you precious little girl,

your dear mother keeps your spirit alive.

I will continue to keep you in "prayer, thought and heart"

As you shine on down from heaven.

"GOD,

Grant me the serenity for the things I cannot change,

Courage to change the things I can,

and the Wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time, and enjoying one moment at a time

Accepting hardship as the pathway to peace."

Rest in Peace my little one...

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(last updated Feb 2 1998)