I'm grandma's little darling,
She calls me this, you know;
Sometimes she calls me Lambie,
And says I'm white as snow.
She says my hair is golden,
And that my eyes are blue;
Because my grandma says it,
I know that it is true.
I know she loves me dearly,
I am her constant care,
She presses soft, warm kisses
On cheeks and brow and hair;
She folds her arms around me
When sitting on her knee,
And oft when I am naughty,
Tears in her eyes I see.
'Twas grandma dear who taught me
That all are sinners here,
Quite helpless and unable
Their souls from guilt to clear,
She told me of the Saviour,
Whose blood put sin away;
I trusted Him, He saved me,
And took my fears away.
How oft in early morning
She knelt in prayer for me,
Her earnest eyes turned upward,
While plainly I could see
Tears down her pale cheeks rolling,
As for her child she pled;
God heard, for through all trials
I have been safely led.
I know He'll never leave me,
He'll lead me safe to heaven;
The blood of Christ has cleansed me,
My sins are all forgiven.
What joy to meet my grandma,
And all those gone before;
What joy to be with Jesus,
And praise Him evermore!
Messages of God’s Love 7/20/1930