At that hour the disciples came to Jesus, saying, Who is the greater in the kingdom
of heaven?
And Jesus called a little child to him, and set him in their midst, and said,
Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children,
you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself like this little child, this one is the
greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
And whoever shall receive one such little child in my name receives me.
But whosoever shall offend one of these little ones who believes in me,
it would be better for him that a millstone were hung around his neck,
and that he be sunk in the depth of the sea.
Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that
in heaven their angels always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.
Then he took them up in his arms, put his hands on them, and blessed them.
There is beauty in the silence of a newborn baby's smile.
There is innocence abounding in the virtue of a child.
There is helplessness unending, so depending on God's care.
There is hope for each tomorrow, through the laughter and the tears.
He must be as little children, standing innocent and free.
Can you hear the Savior calling?
Bring your children home to me.
Dedicate them to the Father, in the service of the King.
There is joy today in heaven, let the saints and angels sing.
A new song of thanks, a new song of praise.
A new song of holy, holy, holy, to the ancient of days.
He must be as little children, full of wonder, love and joy.
Let this melody that flows through me, be our Savior's lullaby.
He must be as little children, growing stronger every day.
Leading on the words of Jesus, that will never pass away.
He must come before the Father, in humility and fear.
There is joy today in heaven, because Jesus Christ is there.
He must be as little children, always willing to forgive.
Standing on the rock of ages, and learning how to live.
Preach the gospel of the kingdom, in the service of the King.
There is joy today in heaven, let the saints and angels sing.
A new song of thanks, a new song of praise.
A new song of holy, holy, holy, to the ancient of days.
He must be as little children, full of wonder, love and joy.
Let this melody that flows through me, be our Savior's lullaby.
A new song of thanks,
a new song of praise.
A new song of holy, holy, holy, to the ancient of days.
He must be as little children, full of wonder, love and joy.
Let this melody that flows through me, be our Savior's lullaby.
Good night, Danny.
Good night, clergy.
Papi loves you.