Why God Takes Children

When God calls little childrenTo dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometimes questionThe wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with,The death of one small child,

Who does so much to make our world,Seem so wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of callingThe aged to His fold,So He picks a rosebudBefore it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,

And so He takes but few,

To make the land of heavenMore beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult

Still somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankindknows will always be Good-by.

So when a little child departs,

We who are left behind

Must realize God loves children,Angels are hard to find.