When looking up into the sky,
On clear and cloudless night,
We see the heavens spangled o’er
With little specks of light.
What are those tiny shining specks?
Is asked by many a child,
And often little minds are filled
With notions strange and wild.
A little girl once sweetly said,
She thought that heaven’s floor,
With the blue curtains of the sky,
Was only covered o’er;
And that the little twinkling stars,
That spangle all the blue,
Were small holes in the curtain cut,
To let the glory through.
No, little child, those stars are worlds,
Supported in the sky
By the same God who loves you so,
He sent His Son to die:
That, through His death, you might have life,
Might know your sins forgiven,
Might dwell with Him in glory bright,
Above that starry heaven.
“Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in Me.
In My Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, ye may be also.”
ML 03/11/1917