ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
It stood like a sentry, so tall and so bold,
It’s troubled by time and it’s now growing old,
But still it stands faithful to those that it serves,
Tradition from years gone by, life still preserves,
When silos are empty and barns lose their class,
We know that our own death will soon come to pass,
And what’s left of our life will we have to show,
To dust we return when our last breath does flow,
But Jesus is waiting, for every last one,
To hold and refresh them by what He has done,
So death has now power – new life is assured,
The price has been paid by the pain He endured.
When He conquered death on that first Easter day,
Defeating the devil, He took sin away.
ORIGINALLY POSTED 2/3/17