I was here thinking about way back when
I guess maybe when I was seven or eight, or maybe ten. Thinking about the time when we still lived back on the farm,
Recalling my thoughts of all the fun we always had in the barn. We made tunnels in the loose hay from one end to the other,
Then in the bales was our hideaway, "for me and my brother" There was a pig shed, chicken house, and cattle barn a metal top,
How often do you take time out to say a prayer to Him,
To ask God to forgive you for your every sin. How often have you ask Him to show you the correct way?
To be with you as you travel through life day by day. It took a crisis in my life to convince me to pray,
Cancer was the culprit that convinced me to do it everyday. When I got the bad news something in me seemed to say,