ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

This painting was done at a sweet little bakery in Stockholm, MN. Another of the quaint towns Paul visited to set up an easel and paint. On one of our road trips, he decided to take me there. It was a particularly difficult morning and I guess I needed some cheering up. The drive was filled with God’s amazing beauty. Cliffs lined these river towns Their majesty brought thoughts of protection. The changing color of foliage brought peace. The waters reminded me of God’s living water. It was a healing trip. When we got to our destination and were about to enter the bakery for a special treat, we realized that the store was closed. The sweetness wasn’t really in the bakery. It was in the heart of my husband who knew what I needed. It was also in the hands of God, who provided it.

Just before the day is started, right before the rising sun,

He starts each early morning, with a cinnamon frosted bun,

And then he turns his attention, to the work which must be done,

He punches the rising bread dough, and sets it to rise one more time,

The scones are coated with sugar, the pies are displayed in a line,

The donuts are frosted and warm, they all will be gone before nine,

The life of a baker is sweet, when others around are asleep,

He has the whole place to himself, his passion for sweets is quite deep,

No one will suspect what he’s done, for under the rug he will sweep,

Evidence of his addiction, will undoubtedly go unknown.

Except for the obvious proof, of the way his belly has grown,

His profits will suffer for sure, but the bakery is his own.

THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR ANOTHER DAY!