Carried Like a Child

Dear Mrs. W—was propped up with pillows; her breathing was very short and difficult. I said to her, having called to visit her, “You are near the end of your journey.” She answered, “It is better to depart and to be with Christ; He giveth grace to the end.” I began to repeat the following lines:
“The Shepherd’s bosom bears each lamb,
O’er rock, and waste, and wild;”
With a clear voice she said, finishing the verse:
“The object of that love I am,
And carried like a child.”
The calm of His presence, whose love she had proved, was filling her soul. She felt around her the “everlasting arms” bearing her to rest.
Reader, if the shades of death were about your soul, could you say, “I know in whom I have believed”?
“He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life; and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.”
W. T.