During the first days, though, the thing that silenced the horrible thoughts was a child's song, "Jesus Loves Me". I sang it while driving, while doing household chores, and whenever the oppression was overwhelming. I wonder how many children of God that little song has blessed at one time or another in their lives? It was appropriate for me because I was a newborn child of God and needed the reassurance of His love. Still do!
A few days ago, someone sent me an e-mail with a senior's version of "Jesus Loves Me." There was no author noted but I will pass it on anyway. Here 'tis:
Jesus loves me, this I know
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim
Still He bids me trust in Him
When the nights are dark and long
In my heart He puts a song
Telling me in words so dear
Haver no fear, for I am near
When my work on earth is done
And life's victories have been won
He will take me home above
Then I'll understand His love
I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say
That I love him everyday
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