Please, Daddy, Let’s Go–Ernest Costilow

A little girl with shining eyes,

Her little face aglow

Said: “Daddy, it is almost time

For Sunday 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 will 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 some day.”

Months and years passed away,

But daddy hears that plea no more:

“Let’s go to Sunday 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 of the night,

And I’ve just got to have some sleep.

Besides, I look a fright.”

Then daddy lifts a trembling hand

To brush away his tears.

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 Sunday School

Please, daddy, won’t you go?”