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When God Calls Little Angels
When God calls little Angels to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime 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 rose bud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and 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~
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Don't Cry for me Daddy
Don't cry for me Daddy,
I am right here.
Although you can't see me,
I see your tears.
I visit you often,
I go to work with you each day,
And when it's time to close your eyes,
On your pillow is where I lay.
I hold your hand and stroke your hair,
And whisper in your ear.
If your sad today Daddy
Remember I am here.
God took me home,
This we know is true.
But you'll always be my Daddy,
Even though I'm not with you.
I am Daddy's little girl,
We will never be apart,
For every time you think of me,
Please know I'm in your heart.
~Author Unknown~
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Why God Takes the Little Ones
Why God takes the little ones
I swear I'll never know
You had so much life to live
It just wasn't time to go.
For comfort, now, I think of you
With tiny little wings
Up above, in a beautiful place,
listening to angels sing.
You'll never know the pain I feel
The hurt you left behind.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to hold you one more time.
I carried you in my womb,
Then I carried you in my arms
And now, until it no longer beats
I'll carry you in my heart
~Author Unknown~
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Foot Prints
How very softly
you tiptoed into my world.
Almost silently, only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint
your footsteps have left
upon my heart.
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