with Him above, we mortals always
question the wisdom of His love.
Little Angels
For no heartache compares with the
death of one small child who does so
much to make this world seem wonderful
and mild.
Perhaps God tires always calling the
aged to His fold, and 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 that mankind knows
will always be “goodbye”.
And so when little ones depart – we
who are left behind must realize how
much God loves little children – for
angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown
