Camille Celina Vilar

When God calls little children
To dwell with Him above.
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His Love.
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,
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.