This poem was written from the painting on the front of Shawnee Baptist Church bulliten dated Sept 4 2011
Creaking sound from that old grist mill
Is so much louder than the waterfall
We see emblazoned trees standing
High upon the hill they seem so tall
Seeing this beautiful scene He made
Makes me think back into a younger day
When things were so different back then
We were with God, not come what may
Today, it is a different world we live in
With no regard to the feelings of others
We should realize we need His strength
To help us as we are sisters and brothers
This old grist mill is much like our bodies
It will one day wear out and then fall apart
But unlike that old mill we will live eternally
But only if we have Jesus Christ in our heart
copyright © 2012 By Acie
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