LITTLE ANGELS

For Emily.. the lost love of our lives...

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 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 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.


I found a penny today, just lying on the ground.
But it's not just a penny this little coin I found.
Found pennies are from heaven,
that's what my Grandpa told me.
He said Angels toss them down,
oh how I loved that story.
He said when an Angel misses you,
they toss a penny down.
Sometimes just to cheer you up,
to make a smile out of your frown.
So don't pass by that penny when you are feeling blue,
It may be a penny from Heaven that an Angel's tossed to you.



ANGEL IN MY POCKET

I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.

Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools:
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.

When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.





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