Obituary of Jameson Taylor

Little Angels When God calls little children to dwell with him above, We mortals sometime 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 “Good-bye”. So when a child departs, we who are left behind must realize God loves children… Angels are hard to find. This poem was written/submitted by Father Thomas.