Twenty sweet children
Age six and age seven
Have arisen to God
And now live in Heaven.
He'll watch over, protect them
He'll rock them to sleep
He'll comfort and love them
Til their parents they meet.
We have to believe that
They're safe where they are
That they're happy and laughing
Even though they're so far.
Their lives were so precious
So short yet so dear
But now they're with Jesus
And they've no more to fear.
Those twenty small souls
Are now Angels above
Twelve girls and eight boys
Who'll be always remembered
And forever be loved.
Topic(s) of this poem: loss