A place where children Are
what kind of place would heaven be
with all its streets of gold
if all the souls that dwell up there
like yours and mine were old
How strange would heaven's music sound
when harps begin to ring
if children were not gathered 'round
to help the angels sing
The children that God sends to us
are only just a loan,
he knows we need their sunshine
to make a house a home
We need the inspiration of
a baby's blessed smile
he doesn't say they've come to stay
just lends them for awhile
sometimes it takes them years to do
the work for which they come
sometimes in just a month or two
our father calls them home
I like to think some souls up there
bear not one sinful scar
I love to think of heaven as
a place where children are.
2 comments:
Angie, This post had me in tears. Thank you for sharing this poem. And Happy Birthday, Baby Jack. We'll be meeting you someday, that's for sure.
What a beautiful poem. We'll meet you in heaven Jack. Happy Birthday.
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