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 little rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
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 "goodby." So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind must realize
God loves children...Angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown