“Just a tiny little childThree years old,And a mother with a heartAll of gold.Often did that mother say,Jesus hears us when we pray,For He’s never far awayAnd He always answers.Now, that little tiny childhad brown eyes,but she wanted blue insteadLike blue skies.For her mother’s eyes were blueLike forget-me-nots. She knewAll her mother said was true,Jesus always answered.So she prayed for two blue eyes,Said “Good night”,Went to sleep in deep contentAnd delight.Woke up early, climbed a chairBy a mirror. Where, O whereCould the blue eyes be? Not there;Jesus hadn’t answered.Hadn’t answered her at all;Never moreCould she pray; her eyes were brownas before.Did a little soft wind blow?Came a whisper soft and low,“Jesus answered. He said, No;Isn’t No an answer?”Amy Carmichael

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