| The Loss Of A Child |
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Jesus is up in heaven, Little children by His side; The ones that went to be with Him Before we thought it was their time. Some went because of accidents, Some because of war, Some because of illness. They are there for Him To heal and restore. He says, "I love these children. They are precious in My sight. I am sorry for the pain it caused When you had to say 'goodbye'. I will send you my comforter, To keep you through rough times. It just takes calling on My name And I hope that you realize ... I know that you want to see them, To be with them once again, But it will only be a little while 'Til eternity with them you will spend." |
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