In moments of laughter, we ran out to see Like children wondering all that might be Hiding in secret down under old logs In treetops or ponds where we used to catch frogs
And when day was done, our dads started calling “Come in for the night, for the darkness is falling!” We came traipsing home telling all we had done Our adventures with spiders and races we won
And mom in the doorway would patiently listen Then say, “Go scrub those hands till I see them glisten!” And Dad picked us up to come sit in His chair For that time which was best was our moment in prayer
Moments of Laughter by Peter Caligiuri Copyright 2025 all rights reserved
My little verse is far from being a classic ballad like that of Chaucer’s friendly rooster, Chanticleer. Neither will I lay claim to Coleridge’s vivid imagery in his Rime of the Ancient Mariner, or even Bobby Gentry’s Ode to Billy Joel! But I do hope that with Sister Robin’s happy tale, you will start to smile, hum a little tune and start off your week with Jesus on your mind!
Sister Robin had no worries As she few off from her nest She just trusted her Creator Would provide as He knows best
Then, while her chicks were sleeping She went searching for their need Till returning home at lunchtime Their wide-open mouths to feed
So, we must wait for Jesus Who has off to Heaven flown Where He our pardon purchased At our Holy Father’s throne
For now in Christ we’re resting With our hope built on His grace As we wait with hearts wide-open Till we meet Him face to face!
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Matthew 6:26 NLT
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