I
stood there and looked at the old homeplace. Tears streamed from
my eyes, what a disgrace. I couldn't believe it had fallen into
such disrepair. With no one to live there, 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, I was raised there, but they didn't
know. Mom and Dad are gone, brothers and sisters too,
Only I am left, and I don't know what to do. And yet as I
stand and gaze at it, I think of the big ol' table where we used
to sit, When Dad and Mom called 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 took my sin.
So that is 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. The memories I have in my heart, Will always be
there, they will never part. Just as Jesus is there too He
will remain and see me through. Written By
Melva 10/30/04
Scripture: Proverbs 22: 28 Remove not
the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set.
