AND THEY WERE WATCHING... a poem about integrity

And They Were Watching
S. Bentley

He went to work and did his job
And now and then shared his faith in God
And those around all watched his life
His love for God, his kids, his wife
And they were drawn, not by his words
But by what their eyes could see

And they were watching - they always do
You never notice but it’s true
Watching me and watching you
What is it they see?

He preached the gospel on T.V.
“The Lord shall bring thee victory!”
But many tender souls were crushed
When news arose of his crimes of lust
They were repelled not by his words
But by what their eyes could see

 

She was the mom of one small boy
She taught him faith in God with joy
And as he matured that boy could view
That in fact his mother’s faith was true
And he was drawn, not by her words
But by what his eyes could see

 

He was a man who shared his thoughts
Then lived it out before those he taught
He asked them all to come follow Him
Then laid down His life to free them from sin
And they were drawn, not just by His words
But by His magnificent deeds!

 

And they were watching - they always do
You never notice but it’s true
Watching me and watching you
What is it they see?

MY DAD (for his 80th birthday)

YOU ARE MY DAD I WAS YOUR GIRL

WE LOVED AND LAUGHED YOU WERE MY WORLD

THERE WAS FISHIN’ AND CAMPIN’ AND SKI-IN’ AND WATCHIN’ TV

MIKE AND RUSS PLAYIN’ FOOTBALL

AND DONNA CHEERLEADIN’ THE TEAM

YOU ARE MY DAD I WAS YOUR GIRL

YOU MADE ME FEEL I OWNED THE WORLD

THERE WERE SPANKINS’ AND TALKIN’ AND LOVIN’ AND LECTURIN’ TOO

ALWAYS KNOWIN’ THAT YOU AND MOM

WANTED THE BEST WE COULD DO

YOU ARE MY DAD I WAS YOUR GIRL

YOU LOVED ME SO YOU WERE MY WORLD

THEN A GUY COMES ALONG TO SWEEP ME AWAY IN HIS ARMS

LIKE A WHIRLWIND CAUGHT UP IN ROMANCE;

FELL IN LOVE WITH HIS CHARMS

HOW MANY NIGHTS YOU KEPT VIGIL FOR ME?

HOW MANY TEARS WERE CRIED?

HOW MANY HURTS, HOW MANY JOYS,

HOW MANY PRAYERS APPLIED?

YOU ARE MY DAD I’M STILL YOUR GIRL

YOU BROUGHT THE LORD INTO MY WORLD

THERE’LL BE CHRISTMAS AT SHILOH

WITH PAPER RIGHT UP TO OUR KNEES

THERE’LL BE EASTER EGG HUNTS

WITH THE CANDY RIGHT UP IN THE TREES

YOU ARE MY DAD I’M STILL YOUR GIRL