For the Children.

Tell it Again

Tell them over again to me,Wonderful words of Love;Let me more of their beauty see,Wonderful words of Love.

One day while I was waiting for a friend in a hotel parlor I noticed a little girl curled up in one corner of the room. I went over and spoke to her. She sat up, keeping her arm over her face, and peeped out at me with eyes that seemed very red and inflamed. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her and began to talk to her. My words were in the form of a story and suited to the need of the moment. I had no thought of making a demonstration but only of comforting the dear little heart because she was suffering. When I stopped, she nestled up to me and said, "Tell it again." I told the story again, and this time I did realize that because it was a true story it must help her, and I think the child began to realize that she was the true little girl I spoke of,whom God sees and loves, who never had known or thought of the least little pain in all her life; for God gave the true little girl every thought she had.

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