10 May
Yesterday I attended the funeral of a great nephew who lived only three hours. It was a very sad occasion but I wanted to share the poem that was handed out at his funeral:
When God calls little children
To dwell with him above,
We mortals often question
The wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
The death of one small child
Who does so much to make this world
Seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
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 view.
Believing this is difficult
But somehow we must try.
The saddest word that mankind knows
Will always be "goodbye."
And so when little ones depart
We who are left behind
Must realize how much
God lives little children,
For angels are hard to find.
I have 13 great nieces and nephews, all very precious to me. There were many stories about how they were dealing with the loss of a cousin whom they did not get to meet. My personal favorite came from my three year old nephew who quietly asked "Mommy, who is going to feed him and change his diaper in heaven?"
Mommy's answer "Jesus" seemed to satisfy him and give him solace.
Submitted by Phyllis Eveleigh, CFO, Integrative Learning Center
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