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 small child. Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. So when a little child departs we who are left behind Must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find.
In my dreams you are alive and well, Precious child, precious child. In my mind, I see you clear as a bell Precious child, precious child. But in my heart there is hope, 'cause you are with me, still. Though it may be true that we're apart, You will live forever in my heart. But in my heart there is hope, And you are with me, still.