A little girl stood gazing,
One chill December day,
Outside a glorious window,
Where toys in myriads lay;
She longed she had been able
One blue-eyed doll to buy;
But, empty was her pocket,
And tear drops dimmed her eye.
A lady, loving-hearted,
Stood watching her unseen,
She guessed what caused the trouble,
She saw her sorrow keen.
She whispered, “Choose the nicest,
The biggest doll you see,
For you, my dear, I’ll buy it,
‘Twill be a gift from me.”
The child looked up in wonder,
Unused such words to hear;
She did not know the speaker,
Who strangely called her “dear.”
She never dreamed the lady
Had meant the words she said;
And, to her friend’s amazement,
She turned about and fled.
Here find a faithful picture
Of how we treat the Lord,
Who offers us salvation
So clearly in His Word.
Alas, we doubt His promise,
And think it can’t be true,
That He should grant a pardon
To souls like me and you.
Today, if you but hearken,
If you His name confess,
And when He whispers, “Trust Me,”
You gladly answer, “Yes,”
With joy you shall be singing,
Because you’ve found the Lord;
And doubted Him no longer,
But took Him at His Word.
ML 12/17/1950