Just
two
little
boys
walking
down
a
dusty
lane
they
came
upon
this
old
white
house
with
broken
window
panes.
The
paint
was
faded,
the
shine
was
gone
the
grass
had
grown
so
high
still
they
made
their
little
feet
go
see
what
was
inside.
They
opened
up
the
squeaky
door
and
then
it
came
to
light.
This
must
have
been
an
old
church
house
once
upon
a
time.
Dirty,
dusty
wooden
pews
a
pulpit
that
still
stood
a
Bible
laid
upon
it
though
the
pages
weren't
too
good.
An
offering
plate
and
song
books
too
were
lying
on
the
floor.
They
must
have
left
this
old
church
fast
the
day
they
closed
these
doors.
And
over
in
the
corner
a
piano
was
still
there
it
must
have
played
a
pretty
tune,
but
I
guess
nobody
cared.
So
little
Bill
looked
up
at
Tommy
and
Tommy
looked
at
Bill
"Why
don't
we
clean
this
old
church
up,
and
get
these
old
pews
filled?"
They
took
a
rag
and
wiped
the
dust
to
try
and
make
things
shine.
And
then
they
took
the
offering
plate
and
put
in
it
their
last
dime.
They
took
a
broom
and
swept
the
floor
and
picked
up
broken
glass.
They
got
it
all
so
nice
and
neat
and
then
they
mowed
the
grass.
They
lifted
up
the
old
church
sign
and
stood
it
by
a
tree
right
down
by
that
old
dirt
road
where
everyone
could
see.
They
ran
back
home,
to
find
Daddy
gone,
but
their
Momma
was
inside
just
to
find
her
hurt
again
where
Daddy
had
made
her
cry.
"Don't
cry
Momma,
wipe
those
tears,"
little
Bill
and
Tommy
smiled
"Cause
we
have
a
big
surprise
for
you
just
down
the
road
a
mile."
Hand
in
hand
they
tugged
at
her
until
they
made
her
run
"What
is
it
Bill,
oh
Tommy,
just
what
have
you
two
kids
done?"
And
then
they
came
upon
the
house
once
hidden
by
the
weeds
and
there
it
stood
a
country
church
just
like
it
used
to
be.
"But
what
is
it,
Mother?
What's
with
your
tears?
We
thought
this
would
bring
you
joy."
"Yes,
but
hush
kids
now
and
listen
close
my
two
sweet
precious
boys."
They
both
got
quiet
and
stood
real
still
for
the
words
they
heard
so
true
was
Daddy
praying
in
the
church
with
his
head
bowed
on
the
pew.
"Forgive
me
Lord!
Forgive
me
Lord!
Though
I'm
not
worthy
of
Your
love
but,
shine
down
on
this
sinner
man
sweet
Salvation
from
above."
"For
I've
been
out
in
the
world,
You
know
living
my
life
all
wrong
until
I
came
upon
this
church;
the
place
where
I
belong."
"I
never
noticed
it
before
all
those
times
I
passed
it
up
I
guess
I
wasn't
looking,
Lord
or
maybe
I
was
drunk."
"Bless
oh
Lord,
yes,
bless
oh
Lord
the
one
who
made
me
see
this
little
church
that
used
to
hide
behind
all
those
tall
weeds."
And
then
he
raised
his
head
and
stood
with
his
hands
high
in
the
air
to
find
two,
dirty,
tear-faced
boys
with
Momma
standing
there.
They
ran
up
to
him,
hugged
him
tight
.
.
.
as
their
tears
fell
on
the
floor
.
.
.
"Don't
worry
kids,
I'm
not
the
Dad,
the
one
you've
known
before."
"Things
are
different
for
us
now
.
.
.
so
keep
on
those
pretty
smiles
.
.
.
and
let's
go
gather
people
in
.
.
.
to
walk
down
these
church
aisles."
Then
Bill
looked
up
at
Tommy
and
Tommy
looked
at
Bill
"Come
on
brother,
let's
get
to
work
to
get
these
old
pews
filled."
"For
we
need
no
special
blessing
for
cleaning
up
this
church
cause,
God
gave
us
back
our
Daddy
and
that's
more
than
gold
is
worth."
Sunday
morning,
pews
all
filled
and
smiles
on
every
face
especially
two
little
country
boys
the
ones
who
found
this
place.
Though
it
was
hid
back
in
the
weeds
and
so
far
out
of
sight.
Nothing's
ever
hard
to
find
if
you're
walking
toward
God's
light.
A special thanks to our Sister-In-Christ Sherri
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Sherri resides in Mayfield,
KY
My
friend
it
is
never
to
late
to
walk
with
Him,
you
see
we
are
all
sinners.
But
God
sent
His
only
Son
to
die
on
the
Cross
at
Calvary
for
our
sins. Yes
Jesus
is
tenderly
calling
for
all.
Have
you
answered
His
call
?
?
?
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Now Lord What Can I Do For You
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