Grew His Angel Wings
3rd September 2004
"The Saddest Word, Goodbye"
When God calls our Babies,
To dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question,
The wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with,
The death of one small baby.
Who does so much to make our world,
Seem so 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.
Believing this is difficult,
Still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows,
Will always be Good-bye.
So when a little baby departs,
We who are left behind,
Must realise God loves babies,
Angels Are Hard To Find !!!
We Love And Remember Always.
Lots Of love,
Mummy And Daddy
xoxoxoxo
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