By Glenn
Wagoner
I took my
little laddie once,
And drew him
to my knee,
And
whispered to my little lad,
"Do you
want to be like me?"
"Like
Daddy," said my little lad,
"I'm
gonna be like you."
I bowed my
head in humbleness,
And suddenly
I knew.
If my small
boy would be like me,
There's one
thing I must do,
The steps I
take, the things I say
Had better
all ring true.
As in the
night I lay awake
While my wee
lad slept on,
His words
reechoed through my mind
Like some
old haunting song.
"Like
Daddy," that's the thought we need
To help to
keep us straight,
Upon the way
we fathers walk
Depends our
children's fate.
Source:
Pulpit Helps, date unknown.
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