Dedication

Daniel

by Joanne Pitino

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 make our 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 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.