My front porch is my haven,
There I spend time with my Lord;
I don't think about my troubles,
And I never ever get bored.
In the spring God's artistry I see,
As the trees put on green gowns;
The grass becomes a carpet,
And the birds sing a cheerful sound.
In summer the days are sultry,
I don't often dare to go out;
But then comes the trying day,
I go to the porch to shout.
In autumn my God brings the cool,
Fall colors are everywhere;
And once again it calls to me,
On the porch, you'll find me there.
Winter ushers in the cold,
But bundle up and watch the snow fall;
Spending time with my God,
Is definitely worth it all.
My porch is a gift from God,
I love to sit and chat;
When friends and family come,
That's where it's really at.
But in this day and age,
Many have forgotten the thrill,
Of visiting on the porch,
But my heart continues to leap still.
When you need a break,
Feel free to come and share;
I have plenty of coffee to drink,
And I have many a chair.
Sandra
S. Oidtman
2017
