I knew what I said when I pronounced, “Let the little children come to me…” (Matthew 19:14)
Do you believe you can come as a child? Does your heart trust me to be a tender Father and a giver of good and pure things? Your head can rest on my strong shoulders. I will sit you on my knee if only you will come to me.
But come as you are my dear children. For my strong hands and tender heart are only pleasures to those who know they are children. If you insist on being dependent you will not love my grace but rather be offended by my death. Take my word and believe what I said, “Let the little children come to me…”.
You are full of fear because you don’t think I welcome children. You dare not come lest I see your small stature, needy hands, and questioning spirit. Oh, you creature of smallness! You still believe a fig leaf hides your shame. I know you fully whether you believe you are naked or not. So come! Come with your smallness, your needs, and your doubts. Come and let me clothe you.Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all. View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice? (Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy-Joseph Hart)