FAITH OF A CHILD

The father, a well digger,

strong was he,

And as loving and kind

as a father could be.


And Mary his daughter,

Just five years old,

Was very much dearer

than millions in gold.


To Mary her father

was big, grand and nice,

So each had a treasure,

beyond any price.


One day to the well,

little Mary was sent

To take daddy's lunch,

how gladly she went.


But when she looked down,

not a thing could be seen.

The well, like a pocket,

was dark as could be.


The father saw Mary

and heard her voice, too,

But made not a sound,

just to see what she'd do.


She dropped to her knees,

the dear little soul,

And called down, "Oh, Daddy,

are you down this hole?"


"Why, yes Mary darling,

I'm here at your feet,

Just drop my lunch

for I'm ready to eat.


Just let it go easy,

I'll catch it all right."

She did and she saw

it fall out of sight.


"Why Mary," said father,

"There's enough here for two,

Now this is the thing

I would like you to do.


You jump down here to me

and we'll eat it together,

Down here in the cool

and away from the weather."


"Oh, daddy, I'm afraid,

I can't see you at all,

Be sure now you catch me

and don't let me fall."


'Twas just for a moment

she wavered in doubt,

Then closing her dear

little eyes she jumped out.


In the darkness, yes,

that was the test,

She trusted in faith

At her father's request.


And both were so happy

he kissed her and smiled

Because of the sweet

trusting faith of his child.


"Oh, sweet little Mary,

you put me to shame,

How often my Father

Has called me the same,


But because it was dark

I turned back in doubt.

Refusing the call,

though his arms were stretched out."


Author Unknown