When God calls little children
to dwell with him above.
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache can compare 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.
And so he picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
and so he takes 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 mankind knows
will always be “Goodbye”.
So when a tiny child departs,
we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find.