A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you,
the day He took you Home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
but to us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We that are left behind question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make this world seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow.
God knows how much we love and need them so he picks 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 that mankind knows will always be...Goodbye.
And so when a little one departs, we who are left behind must realize
How much God loves little children and Angels are hard to find.
