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 tries of calling the aged of 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.


  1. Thanks Dana, I thought so too. I was working on Laken's scrapbook last night and had forgot about it. It was a poem that the funeral home had made with her newspaper clipping.

  2. This is beautiful, thanks for sharing!