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Saying
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When God calls little children to dwell with Him above.
We mortals sometime questions 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.
Believeing this is difficult
still some how we must try.
The sadddest 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.
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