“Will Jesus take care of me, Mother?
Who lives in the mansions on high;
Can He see me, here in the darkness?
And watch me while sleeping I lie?”
“‘Will Jesus take care of me, Mother?
I don’t like the darkness, you know:
O! was that the cat on the window?
Those noises do frighten me so!”
“O! don’t shut the nursery door, Mother,
For then I can’t hear when you speak:”
“Hush! hush! do not cry so, my dear one;
To trust Jesus’ love, ever seek.”
“Please kneel down and ask the Lord Jesus
To watch me,” then Emily said,
So We asked Him who loves little children,
To watch by dear Emily’s bed.
“Remember He cares for you, dearie;
If a poor little sparrow should fall,
His watchful eye scent the birdie;
You know He takes care of us all.
“So fret not because of the darkness,
But ask the Lord Jesus to stay,
To be with you there in the corner,
To care for you every day.”
ML 05/19/1938