Just a tiny little child
Three years old,
And a mother with a heart
All of gold.
Often did that mother say,
Jesus hears us when we pray,
For He’s never far away;
And He always answers.
Now that tiny little child
Had brown eyes,
And she wanted blue instead,
Like the skies,
For her mother’s eyes were blue
Like forget-me-nots; she knew
All her mother said was true;
Jesus always answered.
So she prayed for two blue eyes,
Said “Good night,”
Went to sleep in deep content
And delight.
Woke up early, climbed a chair
By a mirror.
Where, oh where
Could the blue eyes be?
Not there!
Jesus hadn’t answered.
Hadn’t answered her at all;
Never more
Could she pray; her eyes were brown
As before.
Did a little soft wind blow?
Came a whisper soft and low—
“Jesus answered—He said, No:
Isn’t No an answer?”
ML 01/04/1959