ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A stately home with walls of brick – three chimneys reaching high,

Now stands alone and boarded up – the flames of hope have died,

There is no sign of life today, the insides show decay,

The hearth of every fireplace is now in disarray,

But once this lovely mansion was home to wealth and fame,

The tests of time o’er took it and now it’s not the same,

If walls could talk, they’d tell us tales of love and sometimes pain,

They’d tell of all the work involved in reaching life’s full gain,

When troubles came and all was lost, they’d tell a different story

Of how they struggled through great shame, when loss took all their glory,

But God instead had filled that house with his unending love,

The struggles weren’t quite so bad, with treasures from above,

The monetary pleasure would last for just a while,

But God’s pure love would give them strength to open up and smile,

The walls can’t talk, but people do, and when they witness loss,

It seems that they have failed to see the power of the cross,

For when you turn your eyes to Him, the Savior of us all,

The walls come down and life goes on, when we but heed His call.