THE HOUSE MY DAD BUILT A story and a half built of logs That were hewn all four sides, Strong, sturdy and heavy too With plenty of room inside. The logs were long and hewn smooth, Acquired from off the farm And laid secure in every way To make the building warm. Of those who would dwell inside Were my Dad's thoughts while building it And none my Dad did hide. That stayed so very white, To keep it clean as clean could be Was always my Mom's delight. And hung at either end So clean fresh air could pass right through And greet our many friends. And floored both smooth and tight Where beds were placed so neat and clean They served us well at night. I am not ashamed you know... For it was built by one I love So many years ago. © Helen C. Wallen My sincere appreciation, to Kentucky Lady, for allowing me to share her GrandMother's beautiful poem. God bless, you my friend. To read more wonderful poems, please visit Kentucky Lady's site. http://my.homewithgod.com/kylady4/Index.html

Father,

I commit my day to You Lord. I place my trust in
Your provision, for every aspect of my life.

No matter what the day holds or how things may appear,
I am certain I can depend on Your love and faithfulness.
Direct my steps. Allow faith in You to rule in my heart
and life today. As sure as I know the sun will rise
tomorrow, I know You are always with me and I am never
alone. Let my life reflect the joy You have given me
within, in Jesus name, I pray.

Amen.