MARION, the second child in a family of four, was much beloved by all who knew her. She was only about four years of age when she gave unmistakable evidences that her young heart had been drawn to the Saviour, who ever welcomes little children.
She knew very well that the Lord Jesus had been here on this earth, and that He had died, not only to save men and women, but children also. She loved to listen to those touching scriptures which tell how the Lord was crucified and slain, and sitting closely by her mother’s side as she read aloud, the dear child seemed to drink in every word until her pent-up feelings were at length expressed in tears and sobs of sorrow.
One day she asked her mother to sing a hymn to her called, “Jesus, meek and mild.” Her mother sang the whole hymn, and she said, “Momma, sing again about He having no pillow for He head.” When this was completed she said, “Now, Momma, sing I’m washed as white as snow.” Her mother, with her precious child in her arms, and with tears in her eyes sang the sweet verse:
“Oh gracious Saviour,
Thou hast given,
My trembling soul to know,
That trusting in Thy precious blood,
I’m washed as white as snow.”
A more touching scene could scarcely be witnessed, and the writer can never forget the effect produced by the faith of that sweet child as she rested so peacefully in the love of Jesus. Once she said to her father, “Daddy, I wish I was up in the sky with the Lord, because I love He, and He will take me in He arms, and I will hear He say, ‘Suffer little children to come unto Me.’ "
How wonderful is the love of God to send His beloved Son to die that He might have a claim on each little child as well as on each man and woman. He who said, “Suffer little children and forbid them not to come unto Me,” is the same still. His love never changes.
ML-03/18/1962