The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-10-10
Only 1o Years old. And then he said,

Only 10 years old And then he said,
"Now l wish you would just turn this
bed SO can look once more on the foliage
and see the sun set' And they turned the
bed And he said, 81 do so wish that Jesus
would hurry and come and take me. !"
They said to him, why, are you not WILL
ing to await the Lord s tin1e?" "Yes," he
said, az am; but l would rather Jesus
would come and hurryand take me" And
SO, with q peace understandable, he passed
away.
oh, there is nothing sad about child's
death save the grief in the parents hearth
You see the little ones go right out from
world Of sin and suffering to world of
Joy. How many sorrows they escape, how
many temptations, how many troubles!
Children dead are safe. Those that live
are in peril We know not what dark Path
they may take The day |nay come in
which they will break yChr heart, but
children dead are safe-safe forever. Weep
ing parents, do not mourn too bitterly
over your child that has gone. There are
two kinds of prayers made at child's
sick bed One prayer the Lord likes; the
other prayer he does not like. When a soul
kneels down at q child sick bed and says:
so Lord spare this little one. He Is very
near to my heart. / don't want to part
with him, but thy will be done''-that Is
the kind of prayer the Lord loves There
is another kind of prayer which 1 have
heard men make in substance when they
say: go Lord, this isn't right. 1t is hard
to take this child You have no right to
take this child Spare this child. I can't
give him up, and 1 won't give him up"
The Lord answers that kind of prayer
sometimes. The child lives on and lives on
and travels off in paths of wickedness %
perish At the end of every prayer for
child's life say, "Thy will. o Lord, be
done"
The brightest lights that can be kindled
Christ has kindled. Let us, old and young,
rejoice that heaven is gathering up 90
much that is attractive. In that far land
we are not strangers. There are those
there who sreak our name day by Gay,
and they wonder why 80 long we tarry. II
I could count up the names Of all those
who have gone out from these families In.
to the kingdom CT heaven, it would take
me all day to mention their names A
great multitude before the throne. You
loved them once, you love them now, and
ever and anon you think you hear their
voices calling you upward. All, yes, they
have gone out from all these families, and
you want 10 hook to tell you of the dying
experience of Christian children. You have
heard It, 1t has been whispered in
your ear, o father, o mother, o brother,
o sister. Toward that good land all
Christians are bearing. This swapping Of
heartstrings, this flight of years, this tread
Of the heart reminds US that we are pass
ing away. Under spring blossoms and
through summer harvests and across au-
turma1 leaves and through the wintry
snowbanks we are passing on. Oh, rejoice
at it, children Of God, rejoice at it! How
we shall gather them up, the loved and
the lost! Before we mount our throne, be-
fore we drink Of the fountain, before we
strike the harp Of our eternal celebration,
we win cry out, where are our loved and
lost" And then how we shall gather
them up! Oh, how we shall gather them
upi
In this dark world o: sin and pain
We only meet TO part again,
But when we reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away.
When these short years Of pain are past
Well meet before the throne OF last.