When God Calls 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 blossom. and so He takes but few.  To make the land of Heaven, more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult. The saddest word mankind knows, will always be Good-bye.  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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