The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; They rod and Thy staff comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, we mortals always question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache can compare with the death of one small child who does so much to make the 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. God knows how much we need them and so He picks but a 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 “good-bye”. And so when little ones depart, we who are left behind must realize how much God loves children, for angels are hard to find.