Under a shade-tree
Some children were sitting,
Singing and playing
And having such fun;
Happy and care-free
And childlike forgetting
The little home duties
That soon must be done.
All of a sudden
Up spoke little Mary,
“Can it be true
That the Saviour loves me
When so many times
I am really quite naughty,
And do things
I wouldn’t want Mother to see?”
“O yes, Mary, dear,”
Said one of the children,
“No one too naughty
For Jesus can be;
It wasn’t for good people
Jesus once suffered
‘Twas only for sinners
Like you and like me.”
“So turn to Him, Mary,
And tell Him about it,
And ask Him to help you
To do as you should.
Confessing your sins,
You will have His forgiveness
And strength for each day
To do that which is good.”
“O such a kind Saviour
Is Jesus,” said Mary,
“I do want to please Him
And do nothing wrong;
So I’ll pray to Him often
And ask Him to help me
To be always truthful,
Obedient, and strong.
ML 05/17/1931