My Soul the Lord to Take (100 words)

The sick child on her deathbed sang:

Jesus loves me, he who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide.
He will wash away my sin;
Let his little child come in.

"Come, Jesus," she whispered hoarsely, sweat beads dappling her forehead.

Jesus loves me - this I know,
For the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.

And there He was, beyond the open door's threshold. Jesus beckoned. "I love you," he said.

"Take me, Jesus," the child implored.

"I shall," Jesus replied, grinning toothily. "But you have to invite me in."