Moving
On
Copyright
2006 L.Anguss Smith
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A young man stood by the roadside one day
Across the street from where he used to play,
He watched them raze his old boyhood home
Where he knew he could always find shalom
Beside him, his father stared at the house’s debris
With tears in his eyes, his son could plainly see.
His father said as they turned face to face
To miss this old house is not a disgrace.
Leaving here son was not my decision
They say that our area needs revision.
They paid us what they said was right.
Were moving on to another home tonight.
Many years have passed since that eventful day
Their new home proved to be better in everyway
His mother passed away four years ago and a week
Now he leans in … to hear his feeble father speak.
Beside him, his father stares from his body’s debris
Tears in his son’s eyes, the father can plainly see.
His father speaks weakly as they draw face to face
Son, missing my old earthly house is no disgrace.
My leaving here son is not my decision
My Father knows I am in need of revision.
Christ has paid for it and price was right.
I’m moving on to a better home tonight.
An older man stood by the roadside, today
Across the street from where he used to play,
Remembering the razing of his boyhood home,
Knowing that his father has found eternal shalom.
His father’s new home will be eternally enjoyed
For it’s not built by men or by them destroyed.
Now son awakens expectantly with every new dawn
Serving faithfully till he too will be … moving on.
