Faith

I stare at the misty fog out the opening of the barn wall,

The coldness creeping in like the morning dew of a mysterious fall.

What lies beyond the tattered fence in the field so far away?

Nothing anyone can see from this far does the mist will lead you astray?

The barn stands strong and forcefully built to last ten lifetimes over,

That's the way things were done during times past, never in fear of foreclosure.

They settled the lands as they seen fit and grew their families strong and secure,

While some of these times were tough they really knew how to endure.

Christ and faith is what it took hand in hand,

To help them worked and bless their wonderful land.

When you sit and look out the barn door take the time to enjoy the misty morning,

And all the goodness it brings with little warning.

Psalm 92:2

To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning,
 and thy faithfulness every night,