My Old Home Place

I looked upon my old home place,
the house where I was born.
The window sash was broken
and the curtain old and torn.
The place was cold and empty,
with no one living there.
The porch was sagged and
breaking down,in bad need of repair.

The only sound that I could hear
was the chirping of a bird,
Where once so many years ago,
my mother's voice I heard.
I looked upon the yard where once
flowers grew and happy voices soared.
Now the fence has rotted down
and flowers grow no more.

Now the family is growing old
and gone their separate ways.
I'm in the twilight of my years
and numbered by the days.
Jesus promised in the Bible,
"I go to prepare a place for you,
In my Father's house,
beyond the starry blue".
I don't want a mansion made
of gold and fancy lace,
I just want a house up there
just like my old home place.

May You always be covered by God's pure love!

Thank you for visiting with me!!



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4-19-2008