Robert Morrison was a missionary to China many years ago. On one occasion he was visiting in Philadelphia and spent the night at the home of a friend. It was late at night when he arrived there, and they gave him a bed in the room where their little daughter was sleeping. She was sound asleep in her own little bed and knew nothing about Mr. Morrison being there until the next morning. Bright and early, the little girl awakened, and when she saw a strange man in the big bed in her room at first she was frightened. “Are you my friend?” she asked.
“I would like to be,” answered Mr. Morrison.
“Do you pray to God?” she asked again.
“Oh yes,” replied Mr. Morrison. “I pray to Him every day. He is my best Friend.”
The little girl was satisfied. She was not afraid of one who was a friend of God.
Are you a friend of God, dear young reader? Do you know His dear son as your Saviour? He is the sinner’s Friend, and He wants to prove His love to you.
There’s a Friend for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky;
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love can never die.
ML 02/04/1968