When Jesus came down
from the mountain, The people were filled
with awe, The Glory shone upon Jesus'
Face, In wonder, they bowed and
saw.
One man came and
knelt begging mercy, For his son he would
implore, He was vexed by an evil
spirit, That tore him sorely much
more.
He had spoke to
Jesus' Disciples, But they could not his son
cure, If Jesus could do anything
have, Mercy helping him for
sure.
Jesus cried out, "O
Ye faithless ones, How long must I be with
you? Bring him to me," and the boy was
healed, Instantly and all knew
too.
Jesus lifted up the
little boy, Holding him close His
adored, All who saw it wondered at the
Great, Mighty Power of the
Lord.
"Ye must have a
faith just a small faith, Like that of a
mustard seed, And by prayer and fasting that
one, Mountain moves when you've
believed."
Wherever Jesus went
the children, Gathered around Him for
His, Gentle side came out
especially, Showing how much His Love
gives.
The Mothers
invariably sat their, Children on Him to be
blessed, And they came by the dozens to
be, Held by Him, like all the
rest.
In the midst of
blessing Jesus said, "Let the children come
to Me, If you want to know of God's
Kingdom, Let them come to Me
freely."
Jesus' disciples
were disputing, Who of them were the
greatest, In their Lord's Kingdom and Jesus
said, "Who's lowliest and the
least."
And Jesus took a
little child in, His Arms and held him up
close, Saying you must become like this
child, Humbly loving others
most.
The Child in Jesus'
Arms are many, For "Whoever receives
one, Little child for My Sake receives
Me, God's Only Begotten Son."
© Sondra
McPherson 07 September
2008
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