She crept up to her father's knee to sit there quite contentedly. No word needing to be said, Laying his hand upon her head, and looking down, he gently smiled upon his treasured trusting child. 'tis thus with me approaching prayer, feeling father's spirit there. In quiet peace all fears are fled, heart so warmed, so fully fed, That, oh, it's just as though he'd smiled on me, his blessed, joyous child.
Source: Albert W. Daw Collection
Contributed by: Zaady