Tree House

Dad built Mom a 'zebo
And she hugged his neck.
So I asked for a tree-house
With a little deck.
First we had to find a "plan"
And a sturdy tree;
Then we went to get the stuff
Expecially for me!
I got to help my Daddy
With lots of nails and tools
(He said I could hammer
If I followed all his "rules.")
As we worked, he told me
About Jesus and HIS dad...
How they both were carpenters
And what a time they had!
He said Jesus promised
To build us all a home,
By a Holy "blueprint"
For our very own.
I think it's like my tree-house,
In a place up high...
That we "design" together;
Just like my Dad and I!

~penned by lynn foust


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