“Just a tiny little child Three years old, And a mother with a heart All of gold. Often did that mother say, Jesus hears us when we pray, For He’s never far away And He always answers. Now, that little tiny child had brown eyes, but she wanted blue instead Like blue skies. For her mother’s eyes were blue Like forget-me-nots. She knew All her mother said was true, Jesus always answered. So she prayed for two blue eyes, Said “Good night”, Went to sleep in deep content And delight. Woke up early, climbed a chair By a mirror. Where, O where Could the blue eyes be? Not there; Jesus hadn’t answered. Hadn’t answered her at all; Never more Could she pray; her eyes were brown as 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
