When God Calls Little Children
When God calls little children to dwell
with Him above,
We mortals always question the wisdom
fo His love.
For no hear ache compares with the death
of one small child,
Who does so much to make this world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires always calling the aged
to His fold,
And 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, but somehow
we must try:
The saddest word that man can know will
always be "Goodbye."
And so when little ones depart, we who
are left behind,
Must realize how much God loves them,
For angels are hard to find.
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Gone but Not Forgotten
A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled;
A place is vacant in our home,
Which never can be filled.
God in His wisdom has recalled,
The boon his love had given,
And though the body slumbers here,
The soul is safe in Heaven.
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