My grandfather past away over the summer, and upon my return I was able to go through his books and pick the ones I would like to keep. Inside the "Scottish Hymnal" I found this note scribbled onto a fading piece of stained paper.
Tell me The Stories of Jesus
Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea.
Stories of Jesus tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children stood round His knee;
and I shall fancy His blessings resting on me:
words full of kindness, Deeds full of grace, All in the love-light of Jesus' face.
Into the city I'd follow the children's band,
Waving a branch of palm-tree high in my hand;
One of His heralds, "Yes," I would sing
Loudest Hosannas! Jesus is King!
~William P.D. Wilson
A child's faith in the risen Savior, is awe inspiring. Making my soul cry to be like a child again to love without question, and to be wholly consumed by this one truth, that Jesus is all I want, all I need. Allowing us to sing, "You can have all this world, but give me Jesus."