Monday, September 20, 2010

Many Sweet Memories

I have a good friend who posted a picture of an old church and talked about the many sweet memories she had of it.  This is for Janet.


Many sweet memories we had in that place
Of family and friends and God’s holy grace
These are the things even time can’t erase

They built the foundation, put in a floor
Raised up the walls and opened the door
And that was way back in 1804

It was out in the sticks, Gates County, NC
The Middle Swamp Baptist Church came to be
And with it a part of my life’s history

My grandparents, their parents and countless before
Gathered to see what God had in store
And together they founded a lasting rapport

Then down through the years, as God had intended
My parents, my sisters and I have attended
And our love for this church has never ended

Many sweet memories we had in that place
Of family and friends and God’s holy grace
These are the things even time can’t erase

Mdailey 9/17/10









The Tree in the Shenandoah

Allen Pearson takes beautiful pictures and at times they inspire me to write a poem around them.  Here is one of them

The tree is young yet passed its prime
It’s fallen on some harder time
It set its roots in rocky soil
And rocks became this young tree’s toil
And so it is with man as well
A poor foundation soon will tell
His hold on life will soon grow dim
As he rots out from deep within
And thinking even deeper yet
Trees and man and faith are met
For as the roots support a tree
Faith for man will always be
So we must root our faith in God
Not sand, or rocky soil; but sod
And feed our roots on daily prayer
And bask within God’s love light there
So we can live a life that’s strong
In God’s backyard where we belong

Mdailey 9/18/10