We may all think of times when we are tired and worn,
We have been on the move since the early morn,
We want to put our feet up and read a good book,
But then come the children, our head we may have shook.

“I’m too tired to talk or play, I’ve had such a busy day,
Go and play with your many toys, please go away.”
I may have done it myself, when tired and worn out
But I know it was wrong, I know without a doubt.

For the Saviour had walked for miles healing the sick,
So weary and worn, His feet up he could hardly pick,
But along come the children, bringing their special light,
Wanting to be with Jesus, their faces shining so bright.

“Go away” His followers said “He is all tired and worn,
Come back another day, let the Master rest till morn.”
But the Master full of love, knowing a child’s need
Asked them to come to Him, listen and take heed.

I can see the children around his feet looking up at Him,
As He told them stories and how salvation they could win.
I can see Him tenderly touch each young head or arm
And with gentle power, free them from all ill and harm.

So even when we are tired, worn out with worry and woe,
Please don’t send your children away, they love you so,
If you do it often a barrier you will build, to keep them away
Just remember the Saviour and His loving words and say,
“LET THEM COME UPTON ME.”

m Ann Margetson © November 8, 2000

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