Wild Flower, the little Shawnee maiden, was very sick. One day she asked her father, Tall Pine, to take her to the brook once more. He did so and sat down in the shade where his little girl could see the water.
Turning away her wasted face she said earnestly, “Pray, Daddy!”
“Oh, I can’t pray, my dear,” he replied.
“Daddy,” she said, “I am going to heaven soon; and I want to tell Jesus that my father prays.”
The strong man’s head was bowed; and there went up such a prayer of repentance and confession as must have thrilled the courts of heaven with joy.
ML-09/04/1977