Little Angels
When god calls children to dwell with him above, we mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love. For no heartache compares with the death of one child who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps god tires of calling the age of 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 child departs, we who are left behind must realize god loves children, Angles are hard to find. |
