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Zaccheus By Martha Snell Nicholson Zaccheus climbed up a sycamore tree, The dear Lord Jesus to see. The Lord looked up and the sinner looked down; And watching them was half the town. The Lord said, “ Climb down from that tree, For this day I will dine with thee.” And all the people, listening, heard, And the news flew round like a little bird. But Zaccheus set out his very best On silver plates, for his Holy Guest. And he said, “ Lord, I will give to the poor, And what I have stolen, I will restore.” And then he said, “ I would give to Thee My heart, but ’tis black as black can be.” But the Lord Christ smiled, (and the room grew bright,) As He said, “ I will wash that black heart white; Salvation has come to this home today.” (It can come to you in the selfsame way!) The Wedding Day by Carol Preedy, Age 12 Glendale, Calif. The wedding day has dawned at last All through the street they go along A jealous look the passers cast The trumpets sound a pretty song. A bright red dress the lady wears The men in black and red and blue They called to fetch her man upstairs “ Your bride has come to marry you.” Congratulations Carol! W e are glad to send Carol $1.00 for this month’s prize poem. She wrote The Wedding Day when she was 10. For the rest of you boys and girls who would like to enter our new monthly con test see the complete rules on this page. — ED.
B y O l iv e M a r y S t e w a r t “ I am the door”—John 10:9. “ I love doors,” said June with a happy bounce as she let go of her aunt’s hand. Aunt Clare smiled. They had come to a quaint little door in the stone wall surrounding the old English rose garden. It was a small wooden door with a bending brass gnome for a handle. The gnome’s arms were stretched out in welcome to the visitors of the lovely gardens. “Why do you love doors?” asked Aunt Clare as they stopped to look at the funny handle. “ Because,” said June thoughtfully, “ they always let you in to something — you never know what it is ’til you get the door open.” “ Then let’s open this one,” said Aunt Clare, “ and then we’ll see what is on the other side.” Big Thrill “ It’s the most exciting part of all when you put your hand on the handle,” cried June, bouncing again. (Her aunt said she was more of a rubber ball than a little girl!) She twisted the little gnome’s back and with a click the door swung wide open. “ Oh, oh, oh,” exclaimed June, “ look at all the lovely roses!” For a moment June and her aunt just stood looking at the glorious mass of color flooding the ground before their eyes. There were pink, yellow, red and white roses grow ACROSTIC When these letters are arranged correctly, they will spell the names of five people found in the Bible. The name of the first will be spelled also by the first letters of each of the names, and will be the name of a little girl who was present at a cer tain prayer meeting.
After a moment they walked along the white cobblestone paths beneath the archways of American Beauties and even little June, whose tongue was hardly ever still, just walked and silently drank in the beauty of the roses. Door to New Life At last June said, “We never knew that garden door was going to open up to this, did we?” “ No,” said her aunt. “ I was just thinking that door is like Jesus — He says ‘I am the door — by me if any man enter he shall be saved . . .’ Jesus is the door to a wonder ful new life and we don’t know how wonderful it is until we open the door and step in.” “ Can I go in that door, too?” asked June as she lifted her eager face to Aunt Clare’s eyes. “ Anyone can,” said her aunt, “ by just believing.” “Then I want to go in the Jesus door right now.” And in the lovely rose garden that sunny afternoon an other door opened for June — “ the door into a hew and glorious Life.” Calling all boys and girls, up to 14 years of age! Get out your paper and write us a story or a poem or draw a picture for our new contest. Contest winners will each receive one dollar. It’s easy, but you must follow these rules, please: 1) original entries, 2) drawings in black India ink, 3) stories 300 words or less, 4) poems 12 lines or shorter; 5)' entrants up to 14 years. Address your entry to: Junior King’s Business 558 So. Hope St. Los Angeles 17, Calif. A Contest Just for You
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