I promised Mom and Daddy that I’d follow Christ some day.
I’d ask Him to forgive me and wash all my sins away.
But I was still a little girl and there was lots of time;
I still had valleys to go through and mountains still to climb.
When I was eight years old, my sister, Norma, whispered low,
“I have a secret just for you; no one must ever know.
I found the great big Hershey bar that Daddy hides away;
The treat he always gives himself the day he gets his pay.”
We stole our daddy’s chocolate though we knew that it was wrong.
But even at that tender age, the urge to sin was strong.
We savored every bite, then ran and hid far from our dad.
He’d search until he found us and we knew that he’d be mad.
For months he talked to Sis and me about our being saved.
He lectured us on conduct and how badly we behaved.
I told him I would come to Christ as soon as Norma did.
(I knew that’d never happen ‘cuz she was an awful kid).
But one night at revival, they invited folks to come
And give their hearts to Jesus; I was literally struck dumb,
For down there at the altar rail knelt Norma, crying tears.
I’d never been as shocked as I was then, in all my years.
I saw my daddy turn around to see just where I stood.
He saw I wasn’t at the altar like I said I would.
I crawled beneath the pews where I scraped both my knee and shin
And ran into the ladies’ room where Dad could not come in.
But just as God has promised to seek those who hide from Him,
I knew my chance of getting by was less than none and slim.
And sure enough, not Dad but Mom, took over “hide and hunt.”
Do I lose points since Mother had to drag me to the front?
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