I want to have the children read
A story sweet and true,
Which happened many years ago—
About the children, too.
Now let us turn to Mark and read;
Begin at chapter ten,
And let us all give earnest heed,
To what was uttered then.
At verse thirteen, we will begin,
To end of sixteen go,
And learn the wondrous love of Him
Who stooped in grace so low.
You see how Jesus was displeased,
For His disciples sought
To turn away the people all,
Who little children brought.
Let little children come to Me,
Such were His words of love,
And little ones like these shall share
My heavenly home above.
He gently took them in His arms,
And blessed them in His love,
And soon He’ll come from heaven again,
And bear them up above.
And now, this same dear, loving Lord,
Has gone to God on high,
And He would have you with Him there,
To share eternal joy.
Dear little ones, remember then
He’s just the same today,
As when He blessed those children small,
While on His pilgrim way.
His loving-arms are just as strong,—
His love is just as true,—
Will you not fully trust Him, now,
And He will bless you, too.
ML 10/18/1942