When God calls little children

To dwell with Him above.

We mortals sometimes 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.

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.

God will be waiting, to help you bear

The pain and the sorrow of your suffering care.

For no pain or suffering is ever to much

To yield itself, to God's merciful touch.

He will care for and love your little angel

The little child, that you  loved so very much.

Your child is in God's care now

Your little child is in God's touch.

Thank You For Visiting Today.

I dedicate this page to all that have lost a child.

Love, Sandy