Angel Babies

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 child departs,

we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children

“Angels are hard to find”