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