Joyce, you couldn’t have made a more welcome request today! Jesus Loves Me–yes!
When I was five years old or so, Jesus Christ My Lord was as real to me as my next-door neighbor. How I wish I could recapture that much faith! It felt more like knowing than believing. Thank you, Ma and Dad, grandparents, and all my aunts and uncles! It was you, all of you, who taught me this.
To enter the Kingdom of Heaven, you must become as little children. Jesus said so.
It is said (the story may be apocryphal) that the eminent theologian, Karl Barth, when asked to lay out the substance of his belief, simply sang Jesus Loves Me.
You can’t do better than that.