A FATHER was reading 1 Peter 2 at the family prayers one morning, when all his children were assembled. When he read the 7th verse, he asked the children the meaning of the word precious. The youngest child, four years old, gave such a nice answer. She said: “Mother is precious, we can’t do without her.”
And so the Lord Jesus is precious; we can’t do without Him. How can you live without Jesus? How could you die without Him? Put your soul in His safe-keeping just now.
Jesus loves me, He who died,
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let a little child come in.
Jesus loves me, loves me still,
When I’m very weak and ill,
From His shining home on high,
He will watch me where I lie.
SAFE in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’er shadowed,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the rock of ages,
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
ML-03/23/1969