Little Angels Author Unknown When God calls little children To dwell with him above We mortals somtimes 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 just a few To make the land of Heaven More beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult Still sometimes we must try. The saddest word mankind has known Will always be Good bye! So when a little child departs, We who are left behind. Must realize GOD loves Children Angels are hard to find. In a baby castle just beyond my eye. My baby plays with Angel toys, that money cannot buy Who am I to wish you back into this world of strife? NO-play on my baby-You have eternal life. At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes I'll hear your tiny footsteps come running to my side. You little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace you in my sleep. Now I have a treasure that I rate above all others. I have known true glory. For I am still your Mother! Author Unknown