My day-old child lay in my arms with
my lips against his ear.
I whispered strongly, "How I wish... I wish
that you could hear;
I've a hundred wonderful things to say (a
tiny
cough and a nod), hurry, hurry, hurry and
grow so I can tell
you about God."
My day-old baby's mouth was still and my words
only tickled his
ear, but a kind of light passed through his
eyes and I saw
this thought appear:
"How I wish I had a voice and words I've a
hundred things to say
before I forget, I'd tell you of God for I
left him yesterday."
Author Unknown
"Suffer the little children to come unto Me,
and forbid them not: for
of such is the kingdom of God." (Mark 10:14)
"But whoso offend one of these little ones
which believe in me, it
were better for him that a millstone were
hanged about his neck,
and that he were drowned in the depth of the
sea." (Matt. 18:6)
"Take heed that ye despise not one of these
little ones; for I say
unto you, that in heaven their angels do always
behold
the face of My Father which is in heaven."
(Matt. 18: 10)
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