Childlike Faith

A little girl was dying. Struggling for her last breath, she was heard to whisper, “Father, take me!” Her father, who sat dissolved in tears, lifted her gently into his lap. She smiled, thanked him, and said, “No, not that. I spoke to my heavenly Father,” and died. O for a childlike faith, “for except we repent, and become as a little child, we cannot enter into the kingdom of heaven.”

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