Last winter, as I was cleaning out my closet, I found this poem, stuck in a stack of papers that I had put in there about five years ago, and never sorted through. Isn’t it amazing what you’ll find?!?! While I have forgotten what inspired me to write the poem (I *think* it was the wedding of a good friend) I do pray daily for an husband who is toiling and preparing now, in his youth, to prepare a strong home — family — for the Lord’s glory one day.
Once a young man decided to build
A house both strong and true ~
A house consecrated to the Lord,
For Him to do with as He would do.
The house was strong, for it was built
On faith and trust in God alone;
And as he worked he thought about
The twain that would soon become one.
Days and weeks and months passed by ~
He worked both day and night
A labour of love it was to him
To build this house aright.
Each wall was woven with love and dreams
Of what this house was soon to be ~
When it was finished he solemnly said
“This house, I dedicate, Lord, to Thee.”He brought his love to come inside
After toil and wait and care.
Entering in he soberly said,
“I think we need time of prayer.
For I want this house to become a home
Where faith and trust will be ~
I want us always to glorify HIm
Who had given you to me.”
They solemnly toiled side by side
And prayed both day and night ~
For a labour of love it had become
For their marriage and home to be right.After many years had come and gone
This couple was truly blessed
For many children were born to them
To shelter and love and give rest.
They continually asked God for mercy and grace
On their knees both day and night,
A labour of love it was to them
To train their children aright.
Days and weeks and months passed by,
The children were taught of God’s love;
They gave their hearts to Him on high
And strived to show all Christ’s love.
As each child married and left their home,
The couple delighted to see
The labour of love so willingly given
Taken on by a new family.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.