Reflection


I sat by her bed;

We had prayed, we had read,

And we talked of our Saviour’s great love;

How He came from the sky,

Came to suffer and die,

And some day would take us above.

We see Jesus each day,”

Then she ventured to say,

And He sees us, now doesn’t He, Mother?”

We see Him, blessed thought,

But our eyes see Him not

In the way that we see one another.’

But I see Him,” said she,

Just as plain as can be.”

And just how does He look, tell me true?”

She was silent, and then

As she smiled once again,

Mother, I think He looks–just like you.”

Oh, what prayer filled my heart,

And I felt the tears start

As I thought of how weakly i live,

How impatient I get,

How I worry and fret,

And I prayed, “Blessed Father, forgive!

Fill my life with Thy power

Every day, every house,

That the eyes of this child, watching me

As I live, as I pray,

By Thy Spirit each day

May indeed catch a vision of Thee.”