A BOY OR A GIRL Some folks pray for a boy, some for a golden haired little girl to come. Some claim to think there is more joy wrapped up in the smile of a little boy; While others pretend that the soapy curls and plump pink cheeks of a little girl, Bring more of bliss to the old home place, than a small boy's queer little freckled face. Now, which is better I couldn't say, if the Lord should ask me to choose today. If He should put in a call for me and say, “ Now, what shall your order be, a boy or girl? I have both in store, which of the two are you waiting for? I'd say with one of my broadest grins, "Send either one if it can't be twins." I've head it said to some people's shame, that they cried with grief when a small boy came, For they wanted a girl, and some folks I know who wanted a boy, just took on so when a girl was sent. But it seems to me that mothers and fathers should happy be, to think that when the baby has hurried ly come, That the Lord should bless them with either one. A boy or a girl, there can be no choice, there's something lovely in either voice. And all I ask of the Lord to do is to see that the mother comes safely through, And guard the baby and have it well, with perfect form and a healthy yell, A pair of eyes and a shock of hair, either boy or girl, and its dad won't care.
THINK Think of your child in his Christian home See him in prayer at your knee. Then think of the child in the godless home, What manner of chance has he? What chance to learn that the dear Lord died And why His blood was shed. Would he only learn salvations' plan too late When he is dead? As the twig is bent, the tree inclines. A child is a tender plant, And a child needs God as a flower needs light, And the soul can die from want. "Suffer the little children to come unto me." Dear Saviour can there be a greater service,, A sweeter task than to bring a child to Thee? — Martha Snell Nicholson TV ON SUNDAY NIGHT Sunday morning's very nice, But Sunday night's such sacrifice! With television's relaxation Must I make the congregation One man larger? After all I'm only one, and one's so small; And surely I'm within my right To skip the service Sunday night. Others will be there to see That worship's kept. They don't need me. O I like a church with an evening service; In any other I'd be nervous. It marks a church as spiritually right— But I'll still stay home on Sunday night. — Rev. William H. Rice
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