When father prays the house is still,
his voice is slow and deep.
We shut our eyes, the clock ticks loud,
so quiet we must keep.
Sometimes the prayer gets very long
and hard to understand,
and then I wiggle up quite close,
and let him take my hand.
I can't remember all of it,
I'm little yet, you see;
but one thing I cannot forget,
my father prays for me.
Author Unknown~ From the book, To Father with Love~ Norman Vincent Peale
This sweet poem reminds me of my childhood, listening to my dad in prayer. I miss him, but hold close to the wonderful memories that fill my heart with thankfulness.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's. Blessings with love and happiness always.
See you again soon, I'm off to treasure hunt!
Hugs, Celestina Marie
