I once was speaking to my class
Of some one very poor,
Whose home I often had to pass,
And oft called at the door.
I said that “many could help one,
When one could not help many;”
While waiting for me to be done
Sat earnest little Fanny.
“O, teacher,” said this little child,
“There’s One can help the many,
For Jesus who was meek and mild
Uncared-for left not any.
“My Bible says He died for all,
And, teacher, that is true,
And when He comes His lambs to call,
Won’t He take me and you?”
Now was not that a soft rebuke?
The teacher then was taught,
And down upon the child did look
Quite lost in love and thought.
For though she was but eight years old.
Attention she did give,
She knew the Lord the truth had told,
When He said all might live.
ML 04/14/1918