Snow covered the ground that morning, and little footprints in the snow marked the way from little Mary’s home to the door of an old house back in off the street. A gentle knock brought the aged housekeeper to the door. A minute later the tiny rubbers were removed and the little girl with the golden curls was seated in the warm room beside the fire.
A few minutes later Mary’s aunt also entered, and hugging the dear little child in her arms, she imprinted a warm kiss on her cheeks.
“What has brought you out on this snowy morning so early, dear?”
Briefly came the answer: “To say my verse to you, Auntie.”
So without further explanation little Mary said, “God is love” "Jesus died.” That was all.
ML-05/14/1978