God thinks of you every moment. If he were to forget you, your breath would stop.
Do you ever thank your mother for her kindness?—Yes. You often say, “Thank you,” and sometimes you put your arms around her neck, and say, “I do love you so much, dear mother!” Will you not thank God who gave you a mother, and who keeps you alive? You should kneel down when you speak to God; then you should say, “O God, how good you have been to me! I thank you, and love you.”
Would God hear your little thanks?—Yes, God would hear and be pleased.
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush’d me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheeks sweet kisses press’d?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet hush-a-by?
And rock’d me that I should not cry?