I stumbled upon this little treasure tonight in a box down in our basement. It is a little homemade frame that my daddy made when we were children. He has a wonderful way with words and has written many inspiring poems and songs over the years. He always would find a creative way to display them too.
Dad made it so easy for me to understand the love of my Abba Father based on his love for our family. I love him so.
“When I was much younger, my days seemed as years, and the sun crept more slowly; I had fewer fears.
My sandbox, a kingdom; each good night, sweet dreams. My bedroom seemed lighted by magic moon beams.
Each season seemed Christmas; each gift packed with care. My childhood held fantasies, so rich and so rare.
Now, years seem as days; the sky colors gray. The pressures mount upward with each coming day.
The kingdoms far from me; the road marches long. The magic more mystery, more words to the song.
But faded within me, are signs far and true; My kingdoms are reachable, if I’ll just see them through.
So God grant me patience, more wisdom with age; and restore the vision of my childhood days.”