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?”