Today's Poem: Little Angels

When Elohim calls little children
to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime 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 Elohim tires of calling
the aged to His fold
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.

Elohim 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,
still somehow we must try
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".

So when a child departs,
we who are left behind must realize
Elohim loves children...
Angels are hard to find