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 deaths of two wonderful children,
They have done 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 a 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 "Goodbye."
So when Andrew and Kelly departed,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves his children,
angels are hard to find