DAD’S MATTER - POEM
One day I met a
little girl
Looking sad and kind
of blue
I called her over for
a hug
And said, “Little
One, what can I do?”
She climbed up into
my lap
Her weary head
on my shoulder
I prayed, “Lord, what
should I do?”
He said, “Just be My
arms today and hold her.”
Soon my Little One
spoke
So quietly that I
strained to hear
“Why doesn't Daddy
love me anymore?"
Her broken heart was more than I could bear.
Her broken heart was more than I could bear.
“Daddy’s always love
their little girls.”
Was all that I could
say….
But she just slipped
off my lap, turned and said
“Then why didn't my
Daddy stay?”
Looking older than
her little years
She scampered off to
play
GOD help Daddies know
how much they matter
Because YOUR little
ones everywhere are crying while they pray.
Written by Yolanda
Psalm 128:1-4 (NLT)
How joyful are those who fear the Lord— all who follow his ways!
You will enjoy
the fruit of your labor. How joyful and
prosperous you will be!
Your wife will be
like a fruitful grapevine, flourishing within your home.
Your children
will be like vigorous young olive trees as they sit around your table.
That is the Lord’s blessing
for those who fear him.
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