PLEASE DADDY LETS GO!

 

A little girl with shining eyes,

Her upturned face aglow,

Said, Daddy, its almost time,

For Sunday school, you know.

Let’s go and hear of Jesus’ love,

Of how He died for all

To take them to his home above,

Who on His name will call?

 

Oh, no said Daddy, not today;

I’ve worked hard all the week

And I must have one day of rest,

I’m going to the creek.

For there I can relax and rest,

And fishing’s fine, they say,

So run along, and don’t bother me.

We’ll go another day.

 

Months and years have passed away,

But Daddy hears that plea no more.

Let’s go to Sunday school,

Those childish days are over.

And now that Daddy’s growing old

And life is almost through,

He finds some time to go to church,

But what does the daughter do?

 

She says, Oh, Daddy, not today,

I was out almost all night.

I’ve got to get a little sleep,

Besides I look a fright.

 

Then Daddy lifts a trembling hand

To brush away the tears.

Again he hears that pleading voice

Distinctly through the years.

He sees a small girl’s upturned face

Upturned with face aglow,

Saying its time for Sunday school,

Please Daddy, won’t you go?