Ah, Lord,
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.

Psalm 71:18:
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.

Matthew 19:13-14:
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


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