Little Arrows

To my two youngest girl.
Who are every so sweet.

We dance and sing and play around.
We have such fun, long past sundown.

Your laughter, your joy, your very tender heart.
Give me reasons to smile, reasons to live.

My last two arrow, fly straight, hit the mark.
In the arms of my Savior, if I ever depart.

You see, you were never really mine.
You were on loan, for just a short time.

And, Oh what a privilege, an honor for sure.
That my Father, my Lord would bestow.

I enjoy our time, even when its been rough.
And, always remember, I love you soooo much.

Now remember, don't cry, cause it won't be to long.
I'll be back before you know it, to sing you a song.

You can bet it'll be silly and You'll really laugh.
Goodbye till tomorrow, your dear old dad.