“Tell us a story Daddy, please”
And you’d say “No, I don’t know any”
So we would cry “Oh pretty please!”
You would relent and say “O.K.”
Then we would gather all around
Wait for the story to begin
And then some man or girl or boy
Or cat or pig or cheerio
or spider with a wiggly web
or woman sleeping in her bed
would have a problem or a gift
get caught in this predicament
with monsters chasing, machines racing-
There might be a hop goblin, too
stuck in a tree or hiding somewhere
(He could even be beneath your chair)
And as the story would unfold
From somewhere deep within your soul
We would all sit there mesmerized
To catch the dreams through Daddy’s eyes.
If every life is like a story
From birth to life to final glory
God knew your story through and through
He never got stuck on what to do
He knew each path and blessings pending
He wrote the end from the beginning
Then shall the King say unto them on His right hand,
Come ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared
for you from the foundation of the world. Matthew 25:34 ( KJV )