One morning while I was visiting in Shirley’s home, I found this golden-haired little girl busily working in her bedroom. She was putting everything in order for the day. I said to her, “Oh, Shirley, how nice and neat your room looks with everything put in order!”
“Yes,” she said, “I am putting it in order because Jesus might come today.”
I LOVE my Saviour, my precious Saviour,
Who died on Calvary’s cross for me;
And now He’s risen, gone back to heaven,
Some day He’s coming back for me.
And while I’m waiting, I’ll try to please Him
In everything I do and say;
And when I see Him, oh how I’ll praise Him,
For washing all my sins away.
ML-08/14/1977