Beloved

By Carol L. Banks

She crept up to her father’s knee

To sit there quite contentedly,

No word needing to be said.

Laying his hand upon her head

And looking down, he gently smiled

Upon his treasured, trusting child.

’Tis thus with me approaching prayer

Feeling Father’s spirit there.

In quiet peace all fears are fled,

Heart so warmed, so fully fed,

That oh, it’s just as though He’d smiled

On me, His blessed, joyous child!