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The Littlest Angel
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© 2001, Ferna Lary Mills
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I’m only a small child, not much do I know. God holds onto my hand as I look down below. I’m here with the Father in the most beautiful place yet I can’t feel much joy when I see your sad face.
Your heart has been broken, I can see from up here as you struggle along and you wipe every tear. If I only had words I could send you today that would tell you I’m home and I’m really okay.
Heaven is beautiful with sparkles and white wings, and the angels are teaching me so many things. I’ll grow and mature in this Heavenly land while holding on tightly to my Father’s soft hand.
Then one day you’ll join me in this home in the skies. Our joy will be full with no more goodbye’s. So don’t grieve for me now but find peace in your soul, and know God has finally made your little one whole.
Now, even if you can’t seem to understand why, please know in your heart that our love didn’t die. He tells me that just for a time we must wait and then I can meet you at Heaven’s front gate!
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