Crowns

In the woodlands every springtime
Through the sunny hours,
Little girls are always happy
Gathering pretty flowers.
See them making wreaths and garlands
To adorn their hair!
Such a lovely crown of flowers
Every brow will wear,
As they’re marching gaily homeward.
Hear their joyful song,
But alas! the fragile blossoms
Cannot be worn long.
Soon the pretty petals wither,
Flowers droop and fall,
Faded crowns are so unlovely
The girls discard them all.
Oh! how different in Heaven,
When thro’ endless day—T
here shall be “a crown of glory
That fadeth not away.”
WHAT happy faces these dear children have, as they wear the garlands made of pretty blossoms. Would you not like to be with them, and share their fun? They have posed and smiled for someone to take their picture, but I wonder if they are always as happy as they appear now. Perhaps if we could see them at other times, we would find that they are not always smiling.
You see, children, sin has brought sorrow into this world, and even little folks feel it. Perhaps they may get hurt, or take sick, and it is not so easy to smile then.
However the last verse of our little poem tells us of a crown that will never fade, and all those who wear that crown will be happy forever. Wouldn’t you like to have a crown like that, children? It will be more beautiful than the ones in our picture, because everything in heaven will be better than we can imagine. Sometimes people make artificial flowers which will not fade, but they are not living ones. They remind us of those who make ways of their own to get to Heaven, but there is only one real and living way. God has made that living way, just as He only can make real flowers, and only those who come in God’s way, can be in Heaven. His way is not through any works of our own, but through the work which His Son finished for us at Calvary, when He bore our sins in His own body on the tree.
If you want to be in Heaven and wear a crown there, dear reader, you must take Jesus as your Saviour. Then you will have a crown, and a smile that will last forever.
Messages of the Love of God 7/18/1948