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 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.
365 Days of Grief Support
Sign up for one year of grief messages designed to offer hope and healing during the difficult first year after a loss
Verifying your email address
Unsubscribing your email address
You will no longer receive messages from our email mailing list.
Your email address has successfully been added to our mailing list.
There was an error verifying your email address. Please try again later, or re-subscribe.