an angel, gone before her time

{Bianca Nowakowska ~ An angel taken much too soon}

 

 

{Bianca and her aunt Magda}

 Please keep this family in your prayers

 RIP Bianca and Joanna

A Place Where Children Are 

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 year 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.