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 little rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, 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
As I look into the Heavens
Piercing through a cloud
Sometimes I think I see you
Laughing There out loud
I know it's just a dream
But it helps to get me through
Nothing seems the same
Since I said goodbye to you
I know that you are happy
And watching over me
From the pain and the sadness
You have been set free
In my heart I have an album
Especially of you
With pictures and memories
And times shared by two.
You've always been my angel
Now you have your wings
Walking through the heavens
Where the choir of Angels sing
As I walk along the road
That life brings each day
I know that you are with me
In each and every way
With all that you have taught me
Stored within my heart
You're so in my memories
We'll never be apart
You've always been my angel
Now you have your wings
Walking through the heavens
Where the choir of Angels sing
