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Heaven's gates are opened wide.'

When God calls children to dwell with him above.

We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.

For no heartache compares with the death of a small child.

Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild, Perhaps God tires of calling all 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 veiw.

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.