Blameless
An original poem by Violet Gebhart 
February 6, 1998

A Father had to take a trip
     So very far away.
His little daughter wrote to him.
     Here's what she had to say.

"Dear Daddy, I wrote this myself.
     I'm sending you a kiss."
His four year old made scribbled marks, 
     No words compared to this.

Her daddy cherished every little
     Mark she tried to make,
A Masterpiece, he called it.
     It was "Blameless;" no mistake.

He could not make out what it said
     with all her odd designs,
But daddy called it perfect, for 
     He read between the lines.

You see, he only saw the love
     That blossomed from the page.
Her little heart was in it.  What 
     Perfection for her age.

It's just like us, when we fall short
     In Christian things we do,
Our Father sees our "Scribbled Page"
     and calls it "Blameless," too.


 

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