Little Angels

Little Angels

'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 someone we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows

    will always be "Goodbye."

So when a child departs,

    we who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,

    Angels are hard to find.'

                                                         Author unknown

**Dedicated to the children of the Newton, CT tragedy and their families 12/14/2012 and to my son Jacob who never a day passes that I don't think of him even 33 years later**