God cares for all the children who never see the light
Who never experience sadness or feel the dark of night
Who never smell the flowers or climb trees great and small
Who never see the sun set or gaze at towers tall
Who never feel the chilly wind or tread on snowy hill
Who never hear the birds sing like other children will
But they’ll see heaven’s glory the streets all paved in gold
They will feel peace forever just like we all were told
They’ll be there long before we will they’ll never feel the scorn
These are the little souls of God who never will be born.
-Leah McJunkins
Guardian of Truth XL: No. 22, p. 22
November 21, 1996