“Dear Mother,” said a little maid,
“Please whisper it to me—
Before I am a Christian,
How old ought Ito be?”
“How old ought you to be, dear child,
Before you can love me?”
“I always loved you, Mother, mine,
Since I was tiny wee.
“I love you now and always will,”
The little daughter said,
And on her mother’s shoulder hid
Her golden curly head.
“How old, my girlie, must you be
Before you trust my care?”
“O, 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 till you are grown,
Tell Jesus now you come to Him
To be His very own.”
And so the little maid knelt down
And said, “Lord, if I may,
I’d like to be a Christian now—”
He answered, “Yes, today.”
ML 03/28/1937