A Child’s Gift To Jesus

A dear little girl one morning

Sat reading a worn old book

And her eyes as she scanned its pages

Had a rapturous wondering look

For the book was the Holy Bible

The word of our Lord above

And also therein was written

A story of wonderful love

 

It was the story of Jesus

The babe in Bethlehem born

Our Savior who lay in a manger

That long ago Christmas morn

For God the Father so loved us

And pitied us every one

That He sent from heaven to redeem us

His well beloved Son.

 

And the story told of His coming

Of His lowly humble birth

Of how in a manger was cradled

The King of heaven and earth

It told of the herald angels

Singing anthems of peace and joy

And of how the shepherds were gladdened

In the birth of that little boy

 

She read of the wise men coming

Bringing incense, gold and myrrh

Of the love and adoration

Of every worshiper

She read of the star that rose in the east

To marshal them the way

Of how it came and stood above

The place where the young child lay

 

She read of his sinless childhood

Of His manhood of toil and care

Of his teaching and feeding the people

And comforting everywhere

Of His healing and cleansing the lepers

Of His giving sight to the blind

And of how under persecution

He was gentle and loving and kind

 

Of His blessing the little children

And raising men from the dead

The loving Savior who meanwhile

Had no where to lay His head

And she felt that she love Him dearly

For all that He had done

The merciful Savior of sinners

The pitiful tender one

 

O wonderful love she murmured

That led Him to die for us

O wonderful melting story

The story of the cross

And it was Christmas morning

And she thought, were He still on earth

I might give Him gifts, as the wise men did

Who worshiped at His birth.

 

But O to do something for Jesus

What can a little girl give

To show her love to the Savior

Who died that she might live

And she held the book while musing

And the pages dropped apart

And she saw these words of the dear Lord Christ

My child give Me thine heart

 

She gave her heart to the Savior

Since He asked for that alone

And He took it and purified it

And cleansed it and made it His own

And the sinned stained heart she gave Him

That beautiful Christmas morn

Became as a shining jewel

His glorious crown to adorn

 

And O my sweet little children

Read that wonderful story too

Of all that the merciful Savior

Hath suffered and borne for you

And I’m sure you will give Him your heart as well

For He loves you more than my tongue can tell.