Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to understanding,
with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives awhile, leaving footprints on our hearts,
and we are never the same.
When God calls little children
to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question
the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache can compare with
the death of one samll child
Who does so much to make our world,
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of 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.