Only a child! but the rosy lips
Have learned to lisp a Saviour’s Name,
And the trustful eyes look up to God,
His loving promises to claim.
Only a child! yet the little hands
Are folded on my mother knee,
And the pleading prayer of childish faith
Brings down God’s blessing on me.
Only a child! yet the tripping feet
Can run on errands of love and peace,
Carrying comfort to saddened hearts,
And bidding their life-long sorrows cease.
Only a child! and the harvest field
Needs strong-armed men to reap the spoil;
Yet little fingers may bind the sheaves,
And share the workers’ earnest toil.
Only a child! yet the gentle words
Have turned the stream of wrath aside,
And peace is reigning where strife once stood,
And joy is smiling where sorrow sighed.
Only a child! yet the Lord is pleased
When His children try His work to do;
He is asking for little workers now:
Will you not try to serve Him too?
ML-01/14/1962