My Father's Seven Days
My Father's Seven Days
“Come” I climbed up on my Father’s lap…
“Sleep” he said; but, I didn’t want a nap…
I looked up at him and He gave me a smile..
I decided then I wanted to stay awhile…
“Tell me about what was created” I asked then grinned…
As I sat up eagerly so proper and prim..…..
“Okay” He chucked, but his laugh was uncontrollable..
I wanted to know all so, I got very comfortable….
“The first day Father created was the day and the night…
Then I asked “that’s called morning and evening right?“
“Yes, and on the second day was earth and heavens…
I impatiently asked “what was number seven“?
“On the third day came plants, flowers and things good to eat”!
Then Father smiled tenderly and stated “even the trees!”
“Then on the forth came the sun, moon and stars ..”
I pointed on a special “ night sky and shouted “there is Mars!”
“On the fifth day was the fish and the birds”
I laughed and said “that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard”
“On the sixth day was people and animals to fill the land!”
I was feeling happily tired so I grabbed for His hand….
“How about the seventh day”? I asked then yawned with a smile…
“Later“, he said; you rest for now my precious little child”.
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