A raindrop fell on a blossom gay,
That grew on the apple tree;
I’ve hurried down on this rainy day, said he.
To help you to grow,
Jesus wants us to help Him, too,
Each in our own sweet way;
If we try it, we’ll surely do
Something for Him each day.
A sunbeam danced thro’ a window low,
And said to a wee sick boy:
I’ve come to help with my cheery glow;
I bring you my light and joy.
A little child with a sweet, kind word,
Brought cheer to the lone and sad;
She tried to help, until those who heard
Found comfort to make them glad.