In the crowded railway train,
Dimpled cheek against the pane,
Sang a baby, soft and low:
“Desus loves me, ‘is I know.”
Then unconscious, clear and strong,
“Ittle ones to Him belong,”
Rose the dear voice at our side;
“Desus loves me, He who died.”
Hushed the hum of voices near,
Hoary heads bent low to hear,
“Desus loves me, is I know,
For de Bible tells me so.”
So mid silence, tearful, deep,
Baby sang herself lo sleep,
“Desus loves me, He who died,
Heaven’s gate to open wide.”
But the darling never knew
How the message, sweet and true,
Raised one heart from dull despair
To the “love” that lightens care.
But I think, beside the King,
I shall someday, hear her sing:
“Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.”
ML 11/02/1902