Sermon Illustrations

POEM: Daddy’s Table Grace

As we sit at the table,

Our family’s head bowed low;

My thoughts return to childhood

And the finest man I know.

He didn’t speak good English;

He was just a simple man,

But when he was talking to the Lord,

Even a little child could understand.

I was young and reckless,

But the though still comes to me,

When I told my dad that I thought

That I was old enough to leave.

He sat there at the table,

And a look came on his face,

And he never spoke another word,

‘till he said the table grace.

He said, “Our gracious heavenly Father

We are all gathered here today,

To give thee thanks for blessings,

So humbly now we pray.

My oldest son is leaving,

But I’m sure he knows what’s best.

But just in case, would you stand by,

And help him stand the test?

Lord, he’s awful neglectful

About church on Sunday morn,

And if he gets with the wrong crowd,

Will you let him hold your arm?

And if he flies too high,

Would you clip his wings?

But don’t let him fall too hard, Lord,

I’m sure you can handle things.

I’ve tried my best from day to day,

To teach him right from wrong.

And he’s grown to be a fine young man,

And he’s always blessed our home.

We pray O Lord for guidance,

That he won’t build upon the sand.

But we won’t worry...

Continue reading this sermon illustration (Free with PRO)

Related Sermon Illustrations

Related Sermons