Poem March 11, 1933 Issue

My Father Called

ESTHER BRINTON

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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