Faith

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The father a well digger, and strong was he. 
And as loving and kind as a father could be. 
And his daughter, five years old 
Very much dearer than silver or gold. 
To Mary her father was big, grand and nice... 
So each had a treasure beyond price.

One day to the well little Mary was sent 
To take Daddy his dinner; how gently she went. 
But when she looked down not a thing could she see. 
The well, like a pocket was dark as could be.

The father saw Mary and heard her voice, too 
But said not a word just to see what she'd do. 
She dropped to her knees, the dear little soul 
And called down, "Oh, Daddy! Are you down this deep hole?"

"Why, yes, Mary darling.  I'm here at your feet. 
Just drop me my lunch for I'm ready to eat. 
Just let it go easy, I'll catch it all right." 
She did so and watched it go down out of sight.

"Why, Mary," he said, "There's enough here for two. 
Now this is the thing I would like you to do. 
You jump down here and we'll eat together 
Down here in the cool, away from the weather."

"Oh Daddy!  I'm afraid! I can't see you at all. 
Be sure and catch me and don't let me fall." 
'Twas just for a moment she wavered in doubt... 
Then closing her dear little eyes she jumped out.

In the darkness, that was the test! 
She trusted in faith in the father's request; 
And both were so happy he kissed her and smiled 
Because of the sweet trusting faith of his child.

Oh!  Sweet little Mary.  You have put me to shame. 
How often my Father has called me the same 
But because it was dark I have turned back in doubt 
Refusing the call though His arms were stretched out.

I wanted some proof.  Must first see with my eyes. 
So I have doubted and lost me the prize. 
To him that will ask is given to see. 
And he that will seek, the Lord says he shall find 
Be he that's a doubter must always stay blind.

Until I have faith and can bow 'neath His rod, 
I'll never inherit the Kingdom of God.