In Physics class, we always start out singing a hymn. One day someone suggested "Hey, let's sing 190!"
"No!" chorused the reply when people saw the what 190 was. Jesus Love Me.
As a little kid, that song was the one we always sang. Soon, it because the symbol of childhood. When I decided that I was an adult, that song became "unfashionable." That song quickly became one of the "oh, that's a little kids songs" that I sang only because there were toddlers in church, or because my mom made me.
It's been a few years since then. I've sang that song every once in a while. I smile at the little kids toddling up to the front of church for Children's Story while that song is tinkling in the background. I've realized it's not such an awful song. To the contrary, I've realized how awe-inspiring it really is.
"Jesus Loves me! this I know for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong, They are weak, but He is strong." I feel weak. I am just not strong enough to conquer my temptations, to give them all to Jesus. But that's OK, because He is strong. He can cover my weakness!
"Jesus loves me! He who died, Heaven's gates to open wide. He will wash away my sin, let His little child come in." Isn't it incredible! He died, and washes away my sins so I can go to heaven.
"Jesus take this heart of mine, make it pure and wholly Thine. On the cross You died for me, I will love and live for Thee."
That is my prayer, that He will take my heart and make it pure. I surrender it to Him!
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