I was a sad lad you could say, from a broken family,
do you know that way?
New shoes for me were rare, not that someone didn't care.
Cardboard was the best friend of my feet, to cover the holes in my soles was neat.
In the quarry near my home, away from my troubled family I did roam.
Through it I did run, it was great, just me and the sun.
I sang praises to God, even though I had great need,
no butter had I, just lard.
Still, the quarry was the hiding place for me to trod.
The Lord is good to me I did sing, in my spirit,
he is my everything.
Now an old man am I, still the apple of his eye,
blessed beyond measure, Jesus is my treasure.
Through patience and doing well the promises
came my way, sadness and sorrow had fled away.
This quarry boy he did love and choose, music
to my ears was the Good News!
Still my thoughts go back to those times of my youth
and those granite stones, he, the rock of ages was there, I was never alone!
I dedicate this poem to the broken and battered, troubled minds which can be worse than physical pain, I know.
Author Ken
May 29, 2012
Content from a draft on my site;wwwgracefaithgift.com
