Deep in our hearts there are memories Of the days on the old front porch, Sharing stories, sitting on the floor, How I love to visit the porch once more. What lovely memories we can share On the front porch in the wicker chair The lovely sound of water tricking down, And feeling the presence of God so near. God enjoys when we come to His porch Looking heavenward into the bright sky, Telling others how God died for them, Sweet memories of Him will never die. There is so much joy in remembering All the happy, happy days of long ago, Parents teaching us of God's love, Remeniscing back sets our hearts aglow. Oh the thoughts on a warm sunny day Having fun and getting in mom's way, Many of those memories will never part, These are the memorystones of the heart. Oh the fun of sharing summer flowers As we play and run through april showers, Birds would sing their sweet melody, On the old front porch, What a Memory!!! ©Bernice Ward July 2006 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Website

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