The Perfect Angel

When god calls children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love,
For no heartaches compares with the death of no dear child,
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild,
Perhaps God is tired of calling the aged to his fled,
So he picks a rosebud before it grew old,
God knows how much we need them and so he takes but few,
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view,
Believing this is difficult still somehow we much try,
The saddest word in mankind is \"goodbye\"
So when the child departs we who are left behind,
Must realize God lives children,
But Angels are hard to find!