In a mining village where I have often told the story of Jesus and His love to a gathering of boys and girls, there was a little fair-haired girl who always sat on the front seat and sang the hymns so sweetly. Although she was only six years old, I have no doubt Annie was saved and on her way to heaven.
One hymn with a chorus was, “I am so glad that Jesus loves me.” It was new then, and was a great favorite in our meeting. Little Annie picked it up and sang it daily in the house, and such was the interest that she was glad to sing it in the streets in front of the long rows of miners’ homes. God used it, as some tell to this day. An old woman lying sick, heard Annie singing on the steps and asked her to come in. The sweet story of Jesus’ love had a wonderful effect on the heart of that hardened sinner. Her heart was melted, and she was saved.
Have you been saved, dear reader? If your heart is not won by the story of the love of Jesus, it must be very hard indeed. God grant that you may find it to be the most precious thing in life—the love of Jesus, who gave Himself upon the cross for sinners like you and me.
JESUS loves the little children,
All the children of the world:
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight;
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Jesus died for little children,
All the children of the world:
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight;
Jesus died for all the children of the world.
ML-08/09/1964