I stood there and looked at the old home place
As tears streamed from my eyes what a disgrace
I couldn't believe it had fallen into such disrepair
With no one to live there and no one to care

They warned me at the store back up the way
No one had lived there since the 'old days'
They didn't know it had been my home years ago
And I didn't want to give details and tell them so

Mom and Dad are gone my brothers and sisters too
I'm the only one left and I don't know what to do
As I stand and look at it
My mind wanders back to that big ol' table where we used to sit

 Dad and Mom would call all of us in
To open God's word and learn about our sin
About Jesus Christ who died on the cross
And took our sin so we wouldn't be lost

Dad taught us that it was a personal thing
That we needed a relationship with "The King"
Down on my knees at the age of ten
I asked Jesus into my heart and He forgave my sin

These thoughts are why the tears flood my eyes
And my heart is broken as I cry
The saying 'you can't go home again' comes to mind
As I turn to walk away to leave the old house behind

 Melva
2004 October 30

Scripture:
Proverbs 22: 28
Remove not the ancient landmark,
which thy fathers have set.

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