Lord, I feel like our souls are like old barns
red vibrante and standing polished new
it's fine paint makes them in the
vask of sunshine's view.
At first we stand there fine as light is
showing through then storms , snow come
against the barn for a season's time
breaking up the barns walls some.
Time of life goes by fast we see
a battered barn that once stood strong
now starting to grow weakened
polished look tattered and completely gone.
Lord, Keep My soul as the barn that
glittered red and had a new shine
where I feel Your hand of wisdom
so my soul can stand the test of time.
