Jesus was very kind, and was glad to take away the aches and pains when the people came to him. He had great power to heal all kinds of sickness, and in several places in the Bible we read that "he healed all the sick" that came to him. [Illustration: TAKING FLOWERS TO A SICK FRIEND] He can heal us now if we trust him and ask for his healing power. Jesus can do all things. He can do many things for us if we live true to him, and ask him for the things that we need as we would ask mama for a piece of bread or cake. Jesus never fails to supply our needs if we are his true children and live for him. Let us have faith in God. Do a Kindness "Do a kindness, do it well; Angels will the story tell. "Do a kindness, tell it not; Angels' hands will mark the spot. "Do a kindness, though 'tis small; Angel voices sing it all. "Do a kindness, never mind! What you lose the angels find. "Do a kindness, do it now; Angels know it all, somehow. "Do a kindness any time; Angels weave it into rhyme. "Do a kindness, it will pay; Angels will rejoice that day. "Kindly deeds and thoughts and words Bless the world like songs of birds." [Illustration: FLOWERS FOR MOTHER] The Blind Girl Blind persons can not see anything. They can not tell what any person looks like. They can not see the sun, moon, trees, birds, flowers, or any of the pretty things that we see. They can not read as we do, but they read by feeling with the ends of their fingers. There are books with raised letters or dots on the pages for the blind, and by feeling the shape of them they can read. See the poor blind girl reading the book. Poor girl! she can hear the birds sing, and can smell the pretty flowers, but she can not see how lovely they are. [Illustration: BLIND GIRL READING] When Jesus was here on earth, he healed the blind who came to him. He is still just as able to heal the blind eyes so people can see as he was while here on earth. But it takes faith in God, who is all-powerful. The Little Cripple I am sitting by my window In my lonely little room; Every little boy seems happy, While my life is filled with gloom. Yonder see the children running, Hear them laugh in childish play; Like the butterflies and birdies, Playing all the live-long day. Once I ran as other children; Now I'm but a cripple-boy. As I watch them through my window, How their games they do enjoy! How I'd love to hear their footsteps Coming to my open door! It would make me feel as cheerful As in happy days of yore. Yet I'm thankful for dear mother, Who so gently smooths my brow, Tells me pleasant little stories Of her childhood days, and how She once wandered in the meadow, With the cattle and the sheep, Picking buttercups and daisies Till the stars began to peep. [Illustration]