Poem

All the little children 

Be they Great or small,

Come to thee Lord Jesus,

Dearest friend of all.

Earnestly I need thee!!

For the narrow way,

Guide me in the darkness,

Hear me when I pray.

I am like a sheep, lord.

Just inclined to roam, 

Keep me, safely home.

Make me strong when tempted,

Never let me fall, 

Over all victorious prayer will conquer all.

Quell the storms and the tempests

Round me as they sweep,

Tender, strong, and deep.

Under thee, Lord Jesus 

Victory is assured, master 

Xeilted and adored

You must, while 

you're young and free,

Zealous in his service be