Poem November 2, 1935 Issue

Love Meets Our Need

ELLA A. STONE

When worldliness would strive to make
My thought confused and slow,
My heart goes back to that fair time
In the glad long ago,

When Jesus drew the little ones
Of sunny Galilee,
To nestle in his loving arms,
Or lean against his knee.

And oh, so tenderly, I see,
Upon each little head,
His gentle hands in blessing laid,
Love's joy around them shed.

And then I hear his loving words,
Spoken to you and me
As truly as to those of old
Beside the Syrian sea.

To enter our dear Father's home,
His kingdom, sweet and fair,
We must like little children be,
As pure, as free from care.

Oh, let us like those little ones
About the Saviour's knee,
Accept the mother-love of God
In sweet simplicity.

His tender arms are open wide;
We need not strive or plead
To find the way to His dear love
Which meets our every need.

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