A Place Where Children Are

This was what we had in handouts from Maxton's service. We picked it, but I didn't remember any of it when I was rereading it today (which is funny because David picked a different one and I said no because this one talks about music in it.) Anyways, I thought I would share it...

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.



How true is that? What kind of place would heaven be if everyone were old. I can't imagine a place where everyone is old. I am sad that mine had to be one of the children but I guess maybe it is an honor. An honor that God wanted Max to be one of the fun, young souls in heaven. I find comfort in that...and just felt the need to share.