ONE DAY while traveling through Arabia, John Gaynor was separated from his companions, and was obliged to travel alone. As he was walking along, to his great alarm he saw a huge, fierce-looking lion coming toward him. He had no gun with which to defend himself, and felt sure that the time had come for him to die, unless it should please God to protect and save him.
In a moment he kneeled down and engaged in earnest prayer. He asked the Lord mercifully to spare his life, and deliver him from the jaws of that hungry lion. While he was thus prang, the lion walked close up to him, and went prowling round him seral times. Then quietly he turned round and went away, without doing the slightest injury to that man of prayer.
I’ve found a Friend, oh, such a Friend,
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me.
Naught that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His Forever.
ML-09/19/1971