Baby

 

God on his throne in Heaven

Looked around at his flowers so fair

And then sought a blossom on earth

To add to those he had there

To be part of such heavenly company

The bloom must be pure and sweet

And the little bud that was chosen

Was the child who had played at our feet.

Sorrow is great at the loss of our child

At the parting with one we love

But the parting was made that our

child might go

To brighten the heavens above.