My daughter made a painting
\nShe made it just for me
\nI loved it so I framed it
\nAnd hung for all to see.<\/p>\n
Over the years I hung more paintings
\nBut not made by my daughter
\nAnd though their names were famous
\nMy daughter\u2019s I did favor.<\/p>\n
My collection became famous
\nI\u2019d obtained quite a few
\nAnd people came from far and wide
\nTo get a little view.<\/p>\n
And hardly a day would go by
\nWhen people would ask me
\nYou have so many famous paintings
\nHow did this one come to be?<\/p>\n
And then I couldn\u2019t help but smile
\nFor I was still so proud
\nAll those paintings were so good
\nBut I\u2019d say this out loud.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Kincaide never sat at his desk
\nThinking just of me
\nNor Andy Warhol or Leonardo Da Vinci,
\nIt wasn\u2019t me you see.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut my little girl got out her paints
\nAnd with all her heart
\nShe made this painting just for me
\nNow it\u2019s my favourite art.\u201d<\/p>\n
Do you think that maybe God
\nSometimes feels the same?
\nHe\u2019s not concerned with how well we do
\nOr even in the fame.<\/p>\n
But when somebody gives all their heart
\nAnd love Him with their all
\nThat each little act that is done for Him
\nIs like my painting on the wall?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
by Jill Larsen My daughter made a painting She made it just for me I loved it so I framed it And hung for all to see. Over the years I hung more paintings But not made by my daughter And though their names were famous My daughter\u2019s I did favor. My collection became famous<\/p>\n