Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us, and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
I John iv. 10.
I SAW a little child, with bandaged eyes,
Put up its hands to feel its mother’s face;
She bent, and took the tender groping palms.
And pressed them to her lips a little space.
I know a soul made blind by its desires.
And yet its faith keeps feeling for God’s face —
Bend down, O Mighty Love, and let that faith
One little moment touch Thy lips of Grace.
Anna J. Granniss.
IF I felt my heart as hard as a stone; if I did not love God, or man, or woman, or little child, I would yet say to God in my heart, “O God, see how I trust Thee, because Thou art perfect, and not changeable like me. I do not love Thee. I love nobody. I am not even sorry for it. Thou seest how much I need Thee to come close to me, to put Thy arm round me, to say to me, my child; for the worse my state, the greater my need of my Father who loves me. Come to me, and my day will dawn; my love will come back, and, oh! how I shall love Thee, my God! and know that my love is Thy love, my blessedness Thy being.”
Be persuaded, timid soul, that He has loved you too much to cease loving you.
Francois de la Mothe Fenelon.