Knotted, bent and battered

The wood is old, knotted and bent,

And from these boards a barn was built good intent.

The years of wear shows lovely on the side,

From the knot hole you can peek out if you decide to hide.

You may find this sitting in a great field filled with hay,

Of filled up wall to wall with horses in each bay.

This may only be an imagination going wild,

Or just the memories of when you were a child.

But either way the old wood, knotted, bent and battered,

Will forever be a memory and fondly scattered.

Proverbs 3:6

 In all thy ways acknowledge him,

 and he shall direct thy paths.