4.27.2015

Draw Me to You, Daddy!


‘Twas just a simple sketch—
Nothing very grand,
But pictured in the drawing
The boy was with his dad.
The innocent display
Of what his young heart treasured
Portrayed a daddy’s love
That nothing e’er could sever.
The call of great adventure,
Of conquering the wild;
He longed to be like daddy,
Though he was just a child.
His pencil drew the figures,
His heart burst with desire—
On stallions with his daddy
Is what his dream inspired.
The cry within his soul
Didn’t ask for pomp or gold,
“Just draw me to you, Daddy!”
Was the massage that he told.

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Another simple sketch—
‘Twas nothing very grand,
But pictured in the drawing,
The boy was with his dad.
The innocent display
Of what his young heart treasured
Portrayed his daddy’s love
That nothing e’er could sever.
The memory filled his heart
As his pencil sketched away,
With deepest joy expressed
He remembered yesterday.
The sun was shining brightly,
To the river they had gone,
They got two boats—for him and dad,
And brother came along.
He, still, could smell the water
As he drew his dad and him,
The fondness of that treasure
Was cherished deep within.
“Thank you, Papa” were the words
He wrote with gratitude,
And in his heart, continued on—
“For drawing me to you!”

"My Son, give me thine heart, and 
let thine eyes observe my ways."
~Proverbs 23:26~
Written by Elisabeth, Dedicated to Caleb and Papa

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