The Old Home Place 

Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The Old Homeplace
Brings back Memories 
Of yesteryear gone by

Children laughing and playing
Grandma’s cooking
And the warm breezes blowing by

Good Memories are cherished forever
How they make time fly
The Old Home Place sheds  a tear in my eye

The old hound dog that slept on the porch
The squirrels up in the trees
The colorful leaves rustling in the breeze

Good times are never meant to be forgotten 
Only cherished with time gone by

That’s why I’ll always remember
The Old Home Place
Of times gone by

 The Ocean

If love is vast like an ocean, how do we set sail
JESUS walked on water and HE did not fail

Maybe HE’S is the one that we are looking for
To guide us to that GREAT far off distant shore

The GOOD BOOK said he had  Faith in HIS FATHER
That’s what gave HIM the ability to walk on water

If we can find enough Faith to hold HIS HAND
It will be an easy walk to that far-off land

The old Farmhouse 

Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The old farmhouse didn’t seem much at the time. 
I was just growing up. Paying most attention to mealtime. 

Making memories was just a thing we did. 
Just living life, having fun just being a kid. 

Going to church every time the doors were swung open. 
That’s where the Gospel of His word was spoken. 

Memories of Christmases, from days gone by. 
Today those memories bring a tear to my eye. 

Now it’s my turn to do what my parents did. 
Making loving memories with my kid.

Little Sparrow 

Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
I’m a little sparrow
His eye is always on me

I can’t read 
But that’s what they tell me

I know it’s true what they say
I can feel him around me every day

I feed my children in the nest
I feel so very blest

One day when my children leave the nest
They will do their very best

His eye will be on them all the day
He will watch over them the entire way 

I know this to be true
Because HE Watches over Me and You

Fish 

Feed all the people a wonderful meal 
Then to be self-sufficient we should feel

Having a meal without toil  we desire
Our existence requires something higher

To sustain life we need more than a meal
We need a burning desire in our lives to feel

Spreading of the WORD Is our Goal in Life
Not to succumb to the mountains of strife