“Daddy’s home!” We clamor and clamber Trying to shinny up his legs To reach his welcoming arms. Daddy’s home! He towers over us But bends to scoop us up Till we are face to face. Grown tall, we still look up to him Those legs, once towering, strong No longer bear our weight Nor even his. He loses them. When arms and words fail His eyes still welcome us Now Daddy’s home with God While we stand here Looking up to him. By: Eljay Wendel