At The Big Old White House (Refrain Stanza) Poem by Gert Strydom
At The Big Old White House (Refrain Stanza)
At the big old house against the hillock
mother believed that sense she could into us knock
while her Bible she constantly did study
about God taught my brother and me
and at night she took of our lives and her own stock
but in that house God did rule supreme
and He was in our hearts and in every scheme
and sometimes she did us in our rooms lock,
mother believed that sense she could into us knock.
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