When God Calls Little Children.

I wrote this for my cousin he was sadly taken away from us at the age of 5, through death he know longer suffers, R.I.P Billy Boy, the brightest star shining in the sky, our little angel.

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 smal child

Who does so much to make our world so wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling,

The aged to his fold.

So he picks a little rose bud,

Before it withers and grows old.

God knows how much we need them,

So he takes but a few,

To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult,

But somehow we must try.

The saddest word which mankind knows will always be "goodbye".

So when a little child departs

We who are left behind.

Must realise that God loves children

And that angels are hard to find.

R.I.P Billy, May the angels look after you darling <3 x