I do not think I can be one of Jesus’ lambs,” a little boy sobbed out, as he lay in his father’s arms.
“And why so?” inquired his father.
“Because I do not feel I am,” the child replied.
After trying in various ways to comfort the heart of his little boy, and yet being very anxious not to say one word which should lead his child to think lightly of what it is to be a sinner, the father repeated this text:
These words satisfied the child directly. Do you, dear young friend, know their sweetness?
Little lambs so white and fair,
Are the shepherd’s constant care;
How he leads their tender feet
Into pastures green and sweet.
Now they listen and obey,
Following where he leads the way;
O Lord Jesus, may we be
Thus obedient unto Thee.
The Lord Jesus is the Good Shepherd, and we like to think of our readers as His lambs, His constant care. He bears them on His shoulders, and folds them in his arms.
ML 08/24/1941