I see the metal sheets stacked near the old bar
Those sheets that were the roof of my home
And the rotted boards that were the walls of my room
Now lying so still
If restructured, it would be a shack
But what it was, was my home
The metal roof and wood walls was where Mother and Daddy raised me
Where we had hot soup for dinner, and slept under heavy quilts
The rain would hammer out its noise on the metal roof
And the wind would blow through the wooden walls
But in the hands of Mother and Daddy, it was my home
Under the metal roof, Mother would read and Daddy would sing
And sometimes when she read, she would read from The Bible
And Daddy would hum to the words
It was under that metal roof where I first heard the name of Jesus
That name so precious to me now
It was between those wooden boards where Mother and Daddy heard me pray
That precious name into my heart
Now as I stand and view the metal sheets and rotten boards
I can still hear my Mother cry and see my Daddy’s tears
As
I asked Jesus into my life
That old shack is long gone, and Mother and Daddy have passes from this world
But from under that metal roof and between those wooden walls
Came something that will never pass, will never end . . .
The eternal life with Jesus
I
can leave this stack of sheet metal and walk away from these rotten boards
But I take with me the love that Mother and Daddy gave
And the love that I received from Jesus Christ
For from this sheet of metal and rotten boards, is built a mansion in Heaven
Where I'll join Mother and Daddy and all the Saints
In hearing God’s Word and singing His
praises forever and ever
Thank
you Lord for this stack of metal and for these rotten boards
May my house for my wife and my children be as blessed
May
Your Holy Word and Your praises ring out
For In this metal roof and rotten boards Your Word continues on
Thank You Dear Lord
For
these metal sheets and rotten boards.
Selah
Metal Sheets and Rotten Boards by Ronhales James 4:5