I have a box - a "treasure box."
From Lydia, to Abe, to Grace, to Esther, to Hannah,
It holds letters, cards, notes, and crafts they’ve given me,
Each a gift, each a piece of their love.

Today, Esther made another card — “Giving Dad.”
She doesn’t really know what I do all day.
But she knows, she feels, she trusts.
And in that trust, I find tremendous joy.

Prayer is like Esther’s card.
God keeps every praise, every thanks,
Every tender word of love,
Tucked away in His treasure box.
And as He looks at them,
He rejoices over us.