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 leave
and return from where they come,
Sometimes in just a month or two
they return to their rightful 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.

~Author Unknown~