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 makeour 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 few.
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Beleiving this is difficult still somehow we must try.
the saddest word mankind knows is Goodbye.
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children Angels are hard to find.
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 makeour 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 few.
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Beleiving this is difficult still somehow we must try.
the saddest word mankind knows is Goodbye.
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children Angels are hard to find.
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 makeour 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 few.
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Beleiving this is difficult still somehow we must try.
the saddest word mankind knows is Goodbye.
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children Angels are hard to find.
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 makeour 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 few.
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Beleiving this is difficult still somehow we must try.
the saddest word mankind knows is Goodbye.
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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