after church on Sunday
I stopped by the nursery
to see the person who runs it
and to see the little children.
How many years, Lord,
I helped in the nursery
or taught the pre-school
Sunday school class.
I miss it, but am no longer able
to pick up a child who needs help.
Lord, help me adjust
to the changes of aging.
So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to all the generations to come.
Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them; but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.”
Hymn: Tell Me the Stories of Jesus