When God calls little children to
Dwell with Him above, We mortals
Sometime question the wisdom of
His love. 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, 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.