Mirrie’s little song, on the death of her brother Luther.
I want to be with “Luther,”
Among the heavenly throng.
To sing with him the praises,
The everlasting song,
Of Jesus our Redeemer
Who died upon the tree,
Who gave Himself a ransom,
For little ones like me.
I know he must be happy,
That little baby boy,
For now he is with Jesus,
Where all is peace and joy.
And I may go to Jesus,
If I on Him believe,
For in His word He’s promised
The children to receive.
I’m only “little Mirrie,”
And not yet four years old.
But Jesus wants to have me,
A lamb within the fold,
How kind it was of Jesus,
That we might happy be.
To give His life a ransom,
“For little ones like me.”
ML-10/24/1920