Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Father, I wish You would come home

and throw down Your keys
and take off Your watch
and empty Your pockets
of change like my dad did
every night of my child life.

But, oh. Is that what You
want from me?

Help me, Heavenly Father,
to come home to You and
always keep watch but
put down my keys and


by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016