May 30,2007- August 20,2007
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 age 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 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 is goodbye.
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