Boys and girls usually like to read Of stories about young folks, but perhaps we can find space for this short message about an old man—a very old man. This dear man had come to the Lord Jesus when he was just a lad in Sunday school, and now he was dying in a little cottage in England.
Raising himself up on the bed in the little cottage room where he had spent so many years, he said to his neighbor and to the doctor who were standing by him,
“Bless the Lord. He’s taken care of me for nearly ninety years, and now He’s going to take care of me forever and ever. ‘Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.’” (Psalm 103:22Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: (Psalm 103:2).)
I don’t know what my last words may be, for I don’t know when I may be called away. But I am thankful to be able to say like that dear old man, the Lord is going to take care of me forever and ever. He died on the cross for me, and He is my own precious Saviour. Is He your Saviour too?
ML 08/01/1954