Based on the song "17 little children" by Karl Klang

Waco, Texas

[(Mat 19:14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.) (Since heaven is wherever God is I have rewarded it thus)]

Suffer the little children to come unto me,
and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of

In Memory of the Seventeen Little Children
Who went home far before their time.
And the two little children aborted, as the CS gas
ravaged their mothers bodies all that time.

Nineteen little children, who now can behold the face of
Jesus the Christ all the day.
Nineteen little children, who's tears and memories of
that hideous day . . have been, by God, wiped away .

Nineteen little children, in their mothers arms,
far form the fields of pain and suffering and harms.

Nineteen little children, who now grace Heavenly halls.
What a joy they must be to the Heavenly Hosts.

Nineteen little Children, and the memories, of them, we hold.
Nineteen little children, more precious than Gold.