Little Angels
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 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 "Goodbye.
"So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown
I am missing Tay Tay today. Hope that he knows that I think of him everyday. Why is it that when the weather turns cold, the emotions are that much closer to the surface? This is still so hard...
