In loving memory of Hope Marie Wonderling.

When God calls our

children to dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with, the death of one’s child.

Who does so much to make

our world, seem so

wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of

calling the aged to His fold.

So He picks a rosebud

before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,

And so He takes but a few.

To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult

still somehow we must try.

The saddest word mankind knows,

Will always be Good-bye.

So when a child departs,

We who are left behind,

Must realize God loves children.

Angels Are So Hard To Find!!

Forever Loved and Remembered!!

Love,

Mom and Dad