In loving memory of our beloved son and brother Noah Wolfe who passed away one year ago today.

February 16, 2005

April 1, 2011

LITTLE ANGELS

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 hand 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.