AS THE TWIG IS BENT
A little girl with shining eyes,
Her little face aglow:
Said, “Daddy, it is almost time
For Bible school, let’s go;
They teach us there of Jesus’ love,
Of how He died for all
Upon the cruel cross to save
Those who on Him call.”
“Oh, no,” said Daddy, “Not today,
I’ve worked hard all this 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; don’t bother me.
We’ll go to church someday.”
Months and years have passed away,
But Daddy hears that plea no more: —
“Let’s go to Bible school.”
Those childhood days are o’er.
And now that Daddy’s growing old,
When life is almost through
He finds the time to go to church,
But what does daughter do?
She says: “Oh, Daddy, not today:
I stayed up most all night —
And I’ve just got to get some sleep.
Besides I look a fright.”
The Daddy lifts a trembling hand
To brush away his tears,
As again he hears the pleading voice
Distinctly through the years.
He sees a small girl’s shining face,
Upturned with eyes aglow,
As she says, “It’s time for Bible school,
Please, Daddy, won’t you go?”