Friday, November 19, 2010

A Place Where Children Are

A Place Where Children Are
~ Auhtor Unknown

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 the 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 a while.
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.

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