Carissa Rose Cobal
1/25/86 - 3/2/86
1/25/86 - 3/2/86
When God Calls Little Children
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 make our
world 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 mote 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 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 make our
world 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 mote 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 child departs we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children...
Angels are hard to find.