“He is Thinking of Me”

A lad of seventeen years lay dying in a Dublin hospital. He was constantly visited by a lady, who, going in one day, saw that the end was drawing near. She bent over the dying boy and said, “Is the Lord Jesus with you? Are you thinking of Him?” Looking up, while a bright smile passed over his worn face, the boy whispered, “I can’t always think of Him because of the pain; but when I am not thinking of Him, He thinks of me.”
Incidents of the War and the Peace
“Sinners, it was not to angels
All His wondrous love was given,
But to those who scorned, despised Him―
Scorned and hated Christ in heaven.”