Here’s a recycled poem which I wrote a year ago.
Precious in my eyes, this little one
Whose bright smiles cheer the day.
Precious in His eyes, this little one
Whose soul will never pass away.
Oh make me, Lord, to be so weighed down
With the burden of his soul.
To tell him that Christ, His life laid down
To make the broken sinner whole.
Help me to keep a view of life
That sees eternity over time;
Lead this child in the paths of eternal life
Whose little hand I hold in mine.
A quick poem based on the Ryle quote below:
“Precious, no doubt, are these little ones in your eyes; but if you love them, think often of their souls. No interest should weigh with you so much as their eternal interests. No part of them should be so dear to you as that part which will never die. The world, with all its glory, shall pass away; the hills…
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