When God Calls Little Children...

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 so 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,
For Angels are hard to find.