Brittany

Little Angel
 

                                                                   
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 little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.