PLEASE
DADDY LETS GO!
A
little girl with shining eyes,
Her
upturned face aglow,
Said,
Daddy, its almost time,
For
Sunday school, you know.
Let’s
go and hear of Jesus’ love,
Of
how He died for all
To
take them to his home above,
Who
on His name will call?
Oh,
no said Daddy, not today;
I’ve
worked hard all the week
And
I must have one day of rest,
I’m
going to the creek.
For
there I can relax and rest,
And
fishing’s fine, they say,
So
run along, and don’t bother me.
We’ll
go another day.
Months
and years have passed away,
But
Daddy hears that plea no more.
Let’s
go to Sunday school,
Those
childish days are over.
And
now that Daddy’s growing old
And
life is almost through,
He
finds some time to go to church,
But
what does the daughter do?
She
says, Oh, Daddy, not today,
I
was out almost all night.
I’ve
got to get a little sleep,
Besides
I look a fright.
Then
Daddy lifts a trembling hand
To
brush away the tears.
Again
he hears that pleading voice
Distinctly
through the years.
He
sees a small girl’s upturned face
Upturned
with face aglow,
Saying
its time for Sunday school,
Please
Daddy, won’t you go?
