The Way We Were
bitter sweet to experience a visit
to the home of my childhood
and find that the scenes I have imbedded in my mind
cannot and never will be the same.
This is the true account of what happened when
I WENT BACK
I went back to the rural roots I
Where I grew as a simple child
To visit awhile and reminisce
Over memories I'd long since filed.
I went back where the one-room
school still stood
It's true; it was no mirage
No flag, no stoop, no firewood
It's now a cute two-car garage.
I went back to the meadows soft and
Once graced by the oak trees tall
Planted there now a restaurant, a busy scene
A mini-mart, a shopping mall.
I went back to the fragrant orchard
Where some private time was spent
Around the bend I did not know
Was a new development.
I went back to the home that was our
Where I learned at my mother's knee
'Twas all abandoned, grass o'ergrown
Was not what it used to be.
I went back where the
quaint small church had been
And there before my eyes
The little church I'd worshipped in
Had grown to twice its size.
I went back to a quiet, grassy
Where my father and brother lie
And as I left, I turned around
I couldn't help but cry.
Mid tears I went back to the rugged
Where God my life rearranged
Near to the cross may I ever be
I'm so glad that He's never changed!
may take a sentimental journey
back to scenes of childhood
THE WAY WE WERE
our lives are ever changing
GOD IS STILL THE SAME
Yesterday, today and forever!