My Father Called

My Father called to me one day and said,
"Come, dear child, and take my hand,
Together will we walk."
"My Father, not today," I cried,
"The world is wide,
The fields stretch far;
But narrow is the path wherein God walks—
A little longer must I play.
I love Thee most;
Tomorrow I will come."

My Father waited while I wandered far.
To me it was a long, long time;
To Him there was no time.
Because He knew no will but His,
To Him was I eternally His precious child,
Forever by His side.

In that long time
I played and loved and laughed—
The world was sweet;
The things I saw were fair.
When night would come,
Unto my Father's side I'd run;
I felt the comfort of His love and care,
And lingered there a while.
But soon the world would call;
And hardly knowing when I left His hand,
Again I strayed away,
And thought myself a joyous prodigal.

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