While walking down a country lane,
I heard an old man sing,
A lovely sort of melody,
With a familiar ring.
I stopped a while to listen,
Grasping every word,
If you take time to listen,
I'll tell you what I heard.
He said,"I've lived a long life,
Many lessons I have learned,
From the Holy Bible,
From God's written word,
I've learned to love the author,
He's been so good to me,
Now, I am bound for Glory,
To live eternally."
When he finished singing,
His face was all aglow,
I knew that he'd met someone,
I needed to know.
I went back home and in my room,
I got down on my knees,
And cried, "Dear Heavenly Father,
Your child I want to be."
Jeannette E. Smith
April 13, 2002
