An Angels Toy

 

 

He was only two years old, dear God.
His life had just begun.
He's now one of your angels,
A very special one.

 

 

He had a favorite toy, dear God.
He had to leave behind.
A soft and furry little dog,
I think you know the kind.

 

 

He'd take it off to bed at night,
And hold it to his heart.
He'd go nowhere without it.
They'd never be apart.

 

 

But now, he's up in Heaven, God;
His toy was left behind.
If you have toys for angels, please,
Would you give one to mine?

 

 

A soft and furry little dog,
For a special little boy.
I think that You will understand,
Little angels need a toy.

 

 

Copyright Clara Scarberry