A House Reborn
The strength of the oak trees beckoned, The faded, grey clapboard And windowless house, sobbed; A lesser man would have turned away. He rejoiced at the challenge, Labouring step by step until That broken house became a home. For a decade this land had been - His heart’s desire; God had granted this gift to him. And then – His heart stopped beating. His time had come And he slipped away, No doubt, somewhat content God had permitted this dream; Fulfilling so many hopes That lay within his heart.
The earth was frozen over When she found him, lying cold Upon his earthly paradise. He had left her suddenly, Without a good-bye But at the will of His Father Who knew his time was now complete. The grace of God surrounded her, And faithful friends provided The strength to live this winter through; Trusting that the Lord - Always knows best.