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