Person:Judy Austin (1)

The following poem/letter was given to Frances Austin by a friend when she lost her baby.

God makes the little babies, He makes them every day; And though He loves them dearly, He gives them all away.

He gives each to an Angel And says; “Take baby down To such and such a mother In such-and-such a town;”

“Or such-and-such a cottage In such-and-such a place.” He gives the Angel with it A big soul-full of grace.

God does so love those babies, It’s all that He can do To let the Angels take them; But He loves mother’s too.

And so He says; “I’ll lend you This little one of Mine.” The Angel folds its wings of love, About the gift divine.

The Angel watches over The baby day and night, So glad to see that lovely soul; All shining in God’s light.

God makes so many babies, And every now and then He seems to want one specially; We don’t know why or when,

He whispers to it’s Angel; “Bring baby back to Me.” The Angel sees a lovely sight, That we someday may see.

It sees the souls of mother’s And father’s, in God’s light Offering Him tiny babies Whose souls are shining bright

God does so love those babies Whose souls are never dim; And how He loves those parents Who gives them back to Him.

[in Frances’ handwriting] Sent to me after the birth & death of our little girl Judy Austin. Born 1-11-52 died 1-11-52 (January 11, 1952) Frances M Austin & Joseph Harold Austin, Sr. Sent by my niece Elizabeth Schullz.