"TELL ME THE STORY OF JESUS"



"Tell me the story of Jesus," 
Did you hear your little one say? 
Were you so pressed with many cares 
That you sent him out to play?

To clothe and feed his little frame, 
You left his soul unfed; 
The little child which came to you 
And asked for sweeter bread.

The years with your many cares sped on
The story was never told; 
Without the warmth and food he craved, 
His soul grew starved and cold.

He heard it from others in later years 
But it had no charm for him then; 
He was warming himself at the fires of chance 
And feasting his soul with sin.

The body for which you so tenderly cared 
Some day shall moulder in dust. 
It was only a case for the little gem 
That you were to hold in trust.

That soul that must stand at the bar of God 
And be judged for eternity; 
Guilty or guiltless? The chance was yours--
And what will the answer be?

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