STARS AND BLESSINGS by Rev. J. H. Meyers

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 9, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 48.

STARS AND BLESSINGS.

By Rev. J. H. Meyers

BY REV. J. H. MEYERS.

“I’ll count the stars,” my little one said, As she walked by my side so gay, “For you see to-night it’s all clear overhead, And there’s not a cloud in the way.”

“Yes, count,” I said, “my dear little one, And think as you count to say, ‘I thank the Maker of stars and sun For the blessings I’ve had alway.’”

“A star for a blessing, and blessing for star; Keep count if you can,” I said; “Make blessings below, if they’ll go so far, Keep pace with the stars overhead.”

So she counted, and counted, and counted away, Till I thought she would ne’er be done, And I said at last, “Why so long do you stay?” “Why, papa, I’ve just begun.

“Fifty-one, and pussy-cat got well; Fifty-two, I had a new dress; But, O, I mustn’t forget to tell The blessing you never would guess.

“The things we took the sick lady, you see, The poor man we helped by the way, What greater mercies indeed could there be! Weren’t we blessed quite as much as they?”

“To do something good to others, you know, Seems a blessing so full of love, It ought to count, don’t you think, here below, Quite as much as five stars up above?”

“Didn’t think they’s so many,” turning her head, “The sky seems so far to extend, And the blessings keep up with the stars,” she said; “I’m sure I can’t reach the end.”

And so she counted, the sweet little dove, Till my heart was all aglow With praise to the Maker of stars above, And the Giver of blessings below.

I looked with fond love on the dear little face, So trustingly turned to the sky, So lovingly sweet, with such innocent grace, I could scarcely refrain from the cry:

“O God, Thy blessings are many indeed, And she is the best of them all; All the stars couldn’t fill the depth of my need If Thou shouldst the blessing recall.”

—Christian Advocate.