A tiny baby was found on the street in a basket. She had no father or mother to care for her, but kind people took her to a Home, where she was raked up. They called her “Mary Lost,” till she was a good-sized girl.
She was told that the Lord Jesus loved her, and shed His blood on the cross to put away her sins, and she accepted Him as her own Saviour. Then she wanted a new name. She went to the superinteeut of the Home and said:
“Please don’t call me “Mary Lost” any more.”
“What shall we call you?” said the lady who had charge of the Home.
“Call me “Mary Found,” she said; “I used to be “Mary Lost,” but I am lost no longer. Jesus has found me, and I want you to call me “Mary Found.”
A new name He will give to all Who put their trust in Him.
ML 01/05/1941