The Saviour had just taken home to Himself a little fellow in his tender years. A workman came into the room and asked to look at the lovely face of the child, “You wonder that I care so much,” he said to the sorrowing parents, “but your boy was a messenger of God to me. One day I was coming down a long ladder from a very high roof, and when I reached the ground I found your little boy close beside me. He looked up into my face with childish wonder, and asked frankly, “Weren’t you afraid of falling when you were up so high?”
“Before I had time to answer, he said, ‘Oh, I know why you weren’t afraid — you had prayed this morning before you began your work’.”
“No, I had not prayed; but I have done so since, because it came home to me what a sinner I was and how much I needed the Saviour. I found Christ after that.”
These few words from this dear little boy had awakened that man to a sense of his need.
MY SON, FEAR THOU THE LORD
“THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM: AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE HOLY IS UNDERSTANDING.” — Prey: 9:10.
O trust my Saviour, my precious Saviour,
He died for you as well as me;
He’ll keep you ever, forsake you never;
He’ll make you glad eternally.
ML 09/15/1968