“Dear Mother,” said a little maid,
“Please whisper it to me.
Before I am a Christian,
How old ought I to be?”
“How old ought you to be, dear child,
Before you can love me?”
“Why, I always loved you, Mother dear,
Since I was tiny wee.
“I love you now, and always will,”
The little daughter said,
And on her mother’s shoulder
Laid her golden, curly head.
“How old, my girlie, must you be
Before you trust my care?”
“Oh, Mother dear, I do! I do!
I trust you everywhere!”
“How old ought you to be my child
To do the things I say?”
The little girl looked up and said,
“I can do that... today!”
“Then you can be a Christian, too;
Don’t wait until you’re grown.
Tell Jesus now you come to Him
To be His very own.”
Then, as the little maid knelt down
And said, “Lord, if I may,
I’d like to be a Christian now.”
Christ answered, “Yes, today!”
ML 06/07/1959