October 7, 2005 - December 23, 2005
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 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.
Mommy and Daddy will always
love you and miss you tiny tot.