When this beautiful child left this world, we wept. As the Lord embraced him, trumpets sounded, angels sang . . . and all of Heaven rejoiced.

                When God calls little children                   

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.

Perhaps God tires of calling

The aged to His fold,

So He picks a little rosebud

Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,

So He takes 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 mankind knows

Will always be "goodbye".

So when a little child departs,

We who are left behind

Must realize God loves children...

Angels are hard to find.

IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY
AND MEMORIES WERE A LANE
I WOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
TO BRING YOU HOME AGAIN
NO FAREWELL WORDS WERE SPOKEN
NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
YOU WERE GONE BEFORE I KNEW IT
AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY
MY HEART STILL ACHES WITH SADNESS
AND SECRET TEARS STILL FLOW
WHAT IT MEANT TO LOSE YOU
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW

I’m right in your heart there smiling, yes Mom, it's really me.