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If Walls Could Talk
by Rebecca O'Connor Covered layers of paper and paint speaking of eras gone by Lines of measuring children, showing how they have grown high Wall to wall of home's abode and the space between we live The comfort there casts out despair for warmth and safety give Cherished moments spent within is much more than a house Nor wood and plaster, caulk and nail even little mouse The smells of seasons welcomed in to dwell and richly bless How much love was given there; its work was effortless When all was done and sleep begun did they discuss the day? If walls could talk might they envision things all the same way? Do they, for instance, know how they would settle every matter, From viewing all the day's events with all the noise and clatter? They never chide nor let in wind along with winter's chill There's no rebuke in troubled times as sometimes people will Such trust within them we must have to close our eyes and sleep With gentle dreams and quietness our trust in thee we keep Could this be what my Savior feels to dwell within my heart? Is He at home in comfort there to stay and never part? Does He repair the damage there from cracks and breaks and grief? Wiping sorrow from its walls and bringing sweet relief If walls could talk what would mine say, only Jesus knows Asking Him to live within these walls is what I chose So richly does He dwell within this place I call His home And as He dwells within these walls, I'll never be alone. He never chides nor lets in wind along with winter's chill There's no rebuke in troubled times as sometimes people will Such trust in Him we must have to close our eyes and sleep With gentle dreams and quietness our trust in Thee we keep My name is Rebecca O'Connor. I have been a teacher in elementary education for years, written a few books, and hug my grandkids every chance I get! God has blessed me so much that I love sharing pieces from those blessings in my writing. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |