Don’t you know I love you?”
I heard a small child say.
“Please don’t cry any more,
I’ll wipe your tears away.
I’ll make you laugh and forget your hurts,
Just you wait and see.”
She gently rocked the old rag doll,
That sat upon her knee.
I never knew why that doll
Could mean so much to her.
She had other dolls more costly,
And by far much prettier.
But she loved that doll just as it was,
Not new, but torn and tattered.
What a ragamuffin appeared to be
Did not seem to matter.
I tried replacing that old doll
With dolls that were brand new;
A doll with clean, unmatted hair,
With all her limbs, both shoes.
But the child refused. Wouldn’t give in;
“Doll’s my friend,” she’d say.
“I’m all she has, and she needs me.
I won’t send my friend away.”
Although it’s been some time ago
The memory burns clear,
A loving child whose loyalty laid.
With a doll she held so dear.
It reminded me of my Heavenly Father’s love,
He speaks the same to me…
As the little child spoke to her doll
She rocked upon her knee.
If you need a loving touch today
The father’s hand is near….
To heal the hurts and wounds of life,
Because He holds you dear.
--Diana Castle
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