A DAD WHO PRAYS

Our home life has its ups and downs,
Some days are dark, some fair:
When comes the night.
But all is right
When Dad calls, “Time for prayer.”

We read the Book for guidance,
Sing praises for His care,
Then as we kneel,
God’s touch we feel,
As Dad leads us in prayer.

Sometimes we face temptations strong,
Or burdens hard to bear,
But hearts grow light,
New hope beams bright,
While Dad’s voice lifts in prayer.

Oh I am rich, his legacy
Exceeds the millionaire’s:
To know you have
The kind of Dad,
Whose daily guide is prayer.

Ada Wine
Reprinted with permission from Heart Throbs of Motherhood