ONLINE CHURCH BULLETIN

Daddies

I would rather be the daddy
Of a romping, roguish crew,
Of a bright-eyed chubbie laddie
And a little girl or two,
Than the monarch of a nation,'
In his high and lofty seat,
Taking empty adoration
From the subjects at his feet.
I would rather own their kisses,
As at night to me they run,
Than to be the king who misses
All the simpler forms of fun.
When his dreary day is ending
He is dismally alone,
But when my sun is descending
There are joys for me to own.
He may ride to horns and drumming;
I must walk a quiet street,
But when once they see me coming,
Then on joyous, flying feet
They come racing to me madly
And I catch them with a swing,
And I say it proudly, gladly,
That I'm happier than a king.
You may talk of lofty places;
You may boast of pomp and power;
Men may turn their eager faces
To the glory of an hour,
But give me the humble station
With its joys that long survive,
For the daddies of the nation
Are the happiest men alive.
"Children's children are the crown of old men,
 

And the glory of children is their father." (Proverbs 17:6)

"Blessed is every one who fears the LORD, Who walks in His ways. When you eat the labor of your hands, You shall be happy, and it shall be well with you. Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine In the very heart of our house, Your children like olive plants All around your table. Behold, thus shall the man be blessed Who fears the LORD." (Psalm 128:1-4)

Edgar A. Guest

(submitted by Dan Gulley
Smithville church of Christ)