The 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

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