TELL ME THE STORIES OF JESUS
I wonder do children ask today like I did as a child
For the stories of Jesus, or ask for adventures wild?
I liked those stories too but going to bed each night,
I’d ask, tell me the stories of Jesus, full of light.
It was hard to choose my favourite one, I loved them all,
I love the story of His birth as the shepherds came to call,
I’d pretended to be a young shepherdess following along,
Be the one chosen to sing Him to sleep with a lullaby song.
But I think my special one, one that always brought me joy
Was when He called for the children, every girl and boy,
Gathered there around Him and saw the love-light shine
In those eyes so pure, full of goodness pure and divine.
I would have marvelled as He walked on the raging sea
That story helped my realize His great power and divinity.
Or the time He raised a girl who was dead and gone to rest,
It is so very hard to tell which story I loved the very best.
Although fairy tales are fine, help children want to read,
The life and parables of Jesus may meet some hidden need,
It is wonderful hear from a child in words tender and sweet
Tell me the stories of Jesus, for Him one day I want to meet.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 1, 2002
2002/2616/tell/saviour