AMBER lakes with jasper shores,
Fairy palaces all of gold;
Cities of bright and sparkling ores,
Changing beauties never told;
Phantom vessels, with sails of snow,
On seas of a soft and limpid blue;
Landscapes bathed in a crimson glow,
Delicate trees of every hue.
White-robed angels, with golden wings,
Floating along in the peerless light.
So I gaze and I picture a thousand things,
For the sky is ever a beautiful sight.
But now, children, I want you to look right away, far beyond that changing sky, and see One who never changes, One who is “the same yesterday, today; and forever,” sitting there, a glorified Man, “on the right hand of God;” One who amid the worship and music of angels, is occupied, in His unwearying patience and love, in watching and listening. Yes, Jesus, you all know that beautiful name, Jesus is listening, and the whisper of His name from the tiniest lips, the look of faith from even the very little ones are heard and seen by Jesus; and then a loud and ringing note of joy, the deepest joy that even Heaven knows, proclaims that yet another tender lamb is safe in the fold for eternity; this remember, is no picture of fancy, but a real, solemn fact, as told us plainly in the Word of God, and may all of my little friends place their trust in the saving name of Jesus, in the precious blood of this One who died for them so many years ago. Come freely, come truly. Come now to Jesus.
W. J. W.