A fond mother, her heart nearly breaking, paced the room, seeking to soothe the patient little sufferer she held in her arms, a lovely boy of just five summers.
As she gazed into the dear face, she longed to hear from those sweet lips the name of Him who was soon to take His tender lamb to His own loving bosom.
“Who loves my darling better than Mother?” she softly asked.
The tired lips slowly opened and clearly uttered one word: “Jesus"—the one precious Name that is above every name.
Do you know, dear children, the power of that saving Name? You are not too young to be saved.
A little child of seven,
Or even three or four,
May enter into heaven,
Through Christ the open Door.
ML-02/06/1966