Poetry

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A Carpenter’s Daughter-Gone Fishing!

A Carpenter’s Daughter-
I wish I was a big oak tree,
then maybe my father would look at me.
He'd rake up my leaves, and stand there thinking,
“What mighty fine things, with this wood, I’ll be making.”
He'd take but a moment, and give it some thought,
then cut me into something the whole world would want.

I wish I was a fish in the sea,
then maybe my father would want to catch me.
He'd pull me up gently, and no matter my size,
He’d call to his buddies, “Look at this one guys!”
He'd secure me tightly on a stringer,
and later that night I’d be his best dinner.

But I am just a carpenters daughter,
who rarely spent much time with her father.
He spent his days working for hours and hours,
and fishing was done with his sons and his brothers.
I wish that he could have seen,
I was worth the time he would have taken with me.

A Carpenter’s Daughter Gone Fishing!
Hung on cross made from a tree,
my Heavenly Father looked down on me.
He saw all my wounds, yet hung there thinking,
“What a mighty fine vessel I am choosing.”
He took but a moment, and with just one thought,
filled my heart with His Spirit, never again would I want.

I was a very small fish lost in the sea,
when my Heavenly Father reached down to catch me.
He pulled me up gently, wiped the tears from my eyes,
then called to the heavens, “Now she is a prize!”
He held me securely, for I was a sinner,
and later that night we shared the best dinner.

Now I am more than a Carpenter’s daughter,
and I’m never away from my Heavenly Father.
He spends His days working for hours and hours,
and fishing is done with me, His daughter.
I am so glad He was able to see,
I was worth the time He took with me.

Elizabeth McAndrew

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