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Fading Pictures inside
Dusty Frames
Copyright 2006 L.Anguss
Smith
May be used for non-profit ministry purposes only
Down the graveled
county lane sets the aging old home
Of a kind and godly
widow who lives all alone.
For ten years she’s
lived in the lonely old house
Since farewell was said
to her best friend and spouse.
The chair’s now empty,
where years ago he sat,
Watching their children
at play on the mat
He’d listen amusingly
to the little ones chat.
Though not rich, he
felt like an aristocrat.
The children are now
grown and in other states.
For contact from them
she expectantly awaits,
For those special
greeting cards and postal updates
And wonderful phone
calls on her special dates.
Her treasured pictures
are mounted on her bedroom wall
They’re near her
bedside so each morn she can recall.
Bygone days when her
beloved family, one and all,
Were close enough to
hear her busy footsteps fall.
She looks at her
children and calls out each one’s name
In prayer for their
safety and escape from hell’s flame.
She longs to see them
but they’re busy with life’s games
So she settles
for fading pictures inside of dusty frames.
The days are not so
lonely for friends oft stop by.
It’s the nighttime
hours that make her want to cry,
So, she cries out to
her Savior with her ever concern
Looking ahead
steadfastly for His promised return.
Then Satan will be
conquered and the lions will be tame
And Christ with His
redeemed ones forever shall reign
United with her loved
ones and friends that Christ claims
She’ll not need those
fading pictures in old dusty frames.
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