YES, my loving, tender Savior, come or call thy little one “home,” just when thou wilt, to see Thy face, and be with Thee, and like Thee Forever.
O, happy, glorious moment! O, glad tomorrow! Yes, for this I wait, but in the meanwhile may life, intellect, will, heart-love, yea, myself, be wholly consecrated to Thee. Do what Thou wilt with Thy redeemed one, but keep her wholly Thine.”
The above words are a copy of what was written by a dear girl, at the end of a few verses of poetry called, “Just when Thou wilt, O! Master, call.”
It was found by her friends after her very sudden home-call.
She went out one afternoon with her father by train to a meeting a few miles away, looking quite well. On her return journey she complained of pain in her head: sickness came on and before she reached home she was unconscious. It proved to be an attack of apoplexy. She passed away that evening at about eleven o’clock without regaining consciousness. How sudden it was!
Dear young reader, if your call came as suddenly would you be ready? Can you say with our dear young friend, “Just when Thou wilt, O! Master, call.”
For her it was a call from One she had learned to love; to go to be with Him and like Him Forever. She had been to Him some time before about her sins, and He had said to her, “Daughter, thy sins are forgiven thee: go in peace.”
For her it was to leave an earthly home for a heavenly one. To meet a Lord and Savior, instead of a Judge. To be with One who had died to save her, and redeem her to Himself.
How would it be with you, dear children?
ML-10/24/1920