JESUS SAID:
Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God... And He took them tin in His arms, put His hands upon them, and blessed them.” Mark 10:14,16.
Little babes with Jesus resting,
Nothing know of sin or care;
Naught of sorrow they are tasting,
Naught of pain or sickness there.
Every trouble left behind them,
Never to be felt again,
If remembered, would remind them,
Of their great and endless gain:
Of their first and fallen nature,
Far from God and born in sin;
And how such a ruined creature
God to heaven could welcome in.
Babes who have not known transgression,
Yet are helpless, hopeless, lost:
But to make them His possession
Jesus paid a priceless cost.
Happy babes! with Jesus resting,
Safely on His bosom laid;
Nothing ever there molesting,
Nothing there to make afraid.
How they love their tender Saviour,
Thank Him for His precious blood,
And for such a home forever,
Home of pleasures there with God.
ML 04/22/1945