A LITTLE boy, aged three years, sat beside his mother, repeating that wonderful hymn,
“There is a fountain filled with blood,” and when he came to this verse,
“The dying thief rejoiced to see,
That fountain in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are Washed away,”
his mother asked,
“Have you washed all your sins away in that fountain, my dear boy?” The child looked up in her face, with such a sweet smile, and said,
“No, Mamma; I have not, but the dear Lord Jesus has washed all my sins away.”
At another time, the mother and child were alone, and father was gone to preach in the town. The child saw his mother’s lips move, and said,
“Who are you talking to, mamma?” She replied,
“I was asking the Lord to bless the word papa is now preaching to the poor sinners who are hearing him, darling.”
“Den I will pray too, mamma.” Directly he knelt down, and said,
“Dear Lord Jesus, bless de words papa is speaking about You, to poor sinners.”
That evening, souls were blessed in a remarkable way; one especially, who had been for years a wanderer from home and country, and, like the prodigal, had returned naked and hungry, without God and without hope, was convicted of sin, and brought to the foot of the cross with many tears. Before he slept that night, he found peace through the blood of the Lamb. Thus the Lord heard and answered the simple prayer of an infant.
ML 01/22/1933