Michael Robert Montoya

Little Angels When God 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 make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires always calling the aged to His fold And 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 that mankind knows will always be "Goodbye." And so when little ones depart we who are left behind Must realize how much God loves children For angels are hard to find.