Right outside the city, stands a house that’s very old,
Built to fight off danger and the bitter, wintry, cold,
Each brick was placed precisely upon the cornerstone,
The mortar held them tightly, through winds so swiftly blown.

This house was built so long ago, yet firmly does she stand,
Five families came and went, while her face remained quite grand,
A little paint might dress her up, fixing could be done,
But still this aging treasure shines brightly in the sun.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to AN AGING EDIFICE

  1. pastorpete51 says:

    Very sweet verse and I love the painting. I am a sucker for old homes, wondering about their stories and admiring the craftmanship.

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    • says:

      I love them too. Apparently this was the family farm of one of Paul’s ancestors, so it holds special meaning.


  2. With Paul’s painting and your words, I am enjoying a virtual walk. There is so much more character to a treasured, generational home.

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    • says:

      It is cool to be able to realize you are a part of some history. We all need that I think. To eliminate our history – good or bad – is like erasing our heritage.


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