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 can compare with the death of a 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 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 “Good-Bye” So when a little child departs us who are left behind Must realize God loves children And Angels are hard to find. Siempre te amaremos, nuestro pequenito. Siempre recordaremos tu resplandor, tu alegria. Tu tocaste a cada uno de nosotros en una forma muy especial; Ahora, en el patio de Dios Tu correras, y jugaras. A salvo, el los brazos de Dios, El te sostiene fuerte; Tu viviras en su amor, En su corazon, En su luz. Con todo nuestro amor Mami y Papi

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