by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
They said she was too small, too young,
To understand the truth of the blood
Too innocent a faith to comprehend grace
Surely there’s been a colossal mistake.
But when the invitation was given
Her tiny hand went up to heaven
She got out of her seat and ran
Down the aisle she flew, knew what to do
Exclaiming, “I want to be born again!”
Mr. Bob took her aside, said let’s open the Bible
And he showed her what the old rugged cross meant.
How salvation is free, meant for you and for me,
How Jesus died to pay for our sins.
He said, ” Jesus will come into your heart
Give you a fresh start, do you want to pray for this gift?”
Nodding her curls, tears on her cheeks, she said,
“Jesus please come in my heart. I know you
Love me and I love you too, oh please,
Make my heart clean and brand new.”
That’s all it took, just one small act of faith
From her little 5 year old heart.
From that day forward, she’s loved her Lord
And they’ve never ever been apart.
Singing His praises over and over
Each day sweeter than the day before –
It’s been 40 years of this love so dear –
With sweet mercies new every morning.
The faith of a child, how deep it can be
Their trust so innocent and true
Don’t make the mistake of saying,
“It’s too early or late”, for God’s grace
Reaches hearts of every age and race.
Jesus said, “Don’t hinder the children
From coming to Me.” He loves them just the same
Maybe more than we think because a
Child’s faith is the truest expression of love.
©23 July 2017
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I need to go back, close my eyes and feel that love I felt for Him and the peace I felt in my heart.
I think sometimes I forget what it is like to have the kind of faith that moves mountains. All we need is just a little bit of faith but we make it so complicated as adults. Don’t we?
We decide it can’t be that simple. It can’t just be that I believe He will do what He says He will do. Or maybe we think there just has to be more to it than just asking and believing.
As a child I just trusted. I prayed and believed with all my heart God would give or do whatever I was asking. I read my Bible and believed the words it says. I sang with all my heart. I memorized Scripture verses because I knew they would help me in life.
Why can’t I do that now?
The faith of a child is pure. It’s innocent. It’s sweet. And it’s so, so trusting.
When was the last time you had that kind of faith?
worn out soul? Broken and Spilled Out: An Offering of Poetry and Prayers
for the Hurting Soul is a collection of poems Marcie has written
chronicling her journey from places of brokenness to healing. You will
also find places to rest and pour out your own prayerful thoughts within
the pages of this heart stirring book.