Gather the children, Mother, The little heads close to your knee

In the hush of the beautiful twilight, And talk to them tenderly,

When the bright eyes grow tired and restless

And gaze at you wistfully And the sweet lips beg for a story,

Then gather them close to your knee.

Not long will your little ones linger

So talk to them while you may.

 A world may be better tomorrow

 For the story you’re telling today.

So tell them the story of Jesus,

For the child’s heart is tender and true;

And not all the teachers and preachers can guide them,

oh Mother, like you.

-Author Unknown