The boy walked along the ocean shore . . . trying not to stray.
He looked up to his father saying, “Dad, I want to play.”
He looked up to his father saying, “Dad, I want to play.”
His father looked upon him, with love showing in his eyes.
“Do what you want to, my son . . . but do not leave my side.”
“Do what you want to, my son . . . but do not leave my side.”
“I would never leave you Daddy, I love you way too much.”
But the boy took a step away, out of his father’s range of touch.
But the boy took a step away, out of his father’s range of touch.
He walked through the surf, the waves tickling one toe.
“If I take one more step in . . .” he thought, “Father will never know.”
“If I take one more step in . . .” he thought, “Father will never know.”
His father called out to him, “Son, to me remain true!”
The boy thought with glee . . . “At the moment I don’t need you!”
The boy thought with glee . . . “At the moment I don’t need you!”
His father felt a sadness, but he held his tongue.
Sometimes lessons need to be learned . . . even when so young.
Sometimes lessons need to be learned . . . even when so young.
The boy stepped out a little further . . . the water covering his waist.
His father spoke with urgency . . . his father spoke with haste.
His father spoke with urgency . . . his father spoke with haste.
“My son, come back to me,” he said, “The day is almost done!”.
“Not yet, Dad,” the boy yelled, “I’m having too much fun!”
“Not yet, Dad,” the boy yelled, “I’m having too much fun!”
But the boy did not have his father’s insight so he could not yet tell,
The tide was coming in fast . . . there would be no time to yell.
The tide was coming in fast . . . there would be no time to yell.
“Father!” he tried to scream, as the water covered his head.
“I need you now, Daddy!” was what the boy had said.
And in a single instant his father was by his side.
“I thought you left me, Daddy . . . I thought you went to hide.”
“I thought you left me, Daddy . . . I thought you went to hide.”
The father looked upon his son . . . a tear streaming down his cheek.
The boy looked upon his father . . . and cried the sobs of the meek.
The boy looked upon his father . . . and cried the sobs of the meek.
“I would never leave you son . . . for I love you just the same.”
“I was only waiting . . . for you to call upon my name.”
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