This is a piece inspired by the story of Kurtis Krauss,
15th June 2004 - 6th November 2005.
"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 a small 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 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 "goodbye".
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind.
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are just too hard to find."
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