Two daughters came at a different time,
My home to bless with grace sublime.
The first one, Pearl, had to wait awhile,
For Russie to come-a wee pretty child.
They both grew up; then went their way,
Their husbands to help in their career.
Years have come, since that took place,
As beckoning wisdom they did chase.
After they had gone, I began to roam,
In Georgia to find my summer home,
To which this evening they will come,
To show their love for Daddy, some.
Two other daughters, like them are mine,
Who could not come with them this time.
When October comes, I’ll see them, then,
My life again with them to blend.
These four daughters, have three brothers,
Manly men, like brothers of others.
These seven children-as fine a lot,
As have names in Christ, without a blot.
When all of us from earth have passed,
And if, with the saints of God are classed,
Earth will recede, and heaven t’will be,
And the King in His beauty we shall see.
