Array ( [sid] => 33401 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THE OLD BARN [time] => 2004-02-01 02:55:21 [hometext] => This story is not mine, but it was so beautiful I wanted to share it with you. The photos also just make it. Enjoy everyone! [bodytext] => A stranger came by the other day with an
offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy
the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told
him right off he was crazy. He was a city type,
you could tell by his clothes, his car, his
hands, and the way he talked. He said he
was driving by and saw that beautiful barn
sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to
know if it was for sale. I told him he had a
funny idea of beauty.

>b>

Sure, it was a handsome building in its day
But then, there's been a lot of winters pass
with their snow and ice and howling wind.
The summer sun's beat down on that old
barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood
has turned silver grey. Now the old building
leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet,
that fellow called it beautiful.



That set me to thinking. I walked out to
the field and just stood there, gazing at that
old barn. The stranger said he planned to
use the lumber to line the walls of his den
in a new country home he's building down
the road. he said you couldn't get paint that
beautiful. Only years of standing in the
weather, bearing the storms and scorching
sun, only that can produce beautiful
barn wood.



It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you
and I. Only it's on the inside that beauty
grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too.....
and lean a bit more than we did when we
were young and full of sap. But the Good
Lord knows what He's doing. And as the
years pass He's busy using the hard wealth
of our lives, the dry spells, and the stormy
seasons, to do a job of beautifying our souls
that nothing else can produce. And to think
how often folks holler because they
want life easy!



They took the old barn down today and
hauled it away to beautify a rich man's house.
And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled
off to Heaven to take on whatever chores
the Good Lord has for us on the
Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for
the seasons we've been through here.....
and just maybe even add a bit of beauty
to our Father's house!



May there be peace within you today. May
you trust God that you are exactly where you
are meant to be. "I believe that friends are
quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
wings have trouble remembering how to fly."





This is not mine
I simply put the story
on YPDC for all to enjoy!
Love,
Lovingcritters
ConSue
January 31, 2004














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THE OLD BARN
Date: Sunday, 1st February 2004 @ 02:55:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: lovingcritters
A stranger came by the other day with an
offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy
the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told
him right off he was crazy. He was a city type,
you could tell by his clothes, his car, his
hands, and the way he talked. He said he
was driving by and saw that beautiful barn
sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to
know if it was for sale. I told him he had a
funny idea of beauty.

>b>

Sure, it was a handsome building in its day
But then, there's been a lot of winters pass
with their snow and ice and howling wind.
The summer sun's beat down on that old
barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood
has turned silver grey. Now the old building
leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet,
that fellow called it beautiful.



That set me to thinking. I walked out to
the field and just stood there, gazing at that
old barn. The stranger said he planned to
use the lumber to line the walls of his den
in a new country home he's building down
the road. he said you couldn't get paint that
beautiful. Only years of standing in the
weather, bearing the storms and scorching
sun, only that can produce beautiful
barn wood.



It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you
and I. Only it's on the inside that beauty
grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too.....
and lean a bit more than we did when we
were young and full of sap. But the Good
Lord knows what He's doing. And as the
years pass He's busy using the hard wealth
of our lives, the dry spells, and the stormy
seasons, to do a job of beautifying our souls
that nothing else can produce. And to think
how often folks holler because they
want life easy!



They took the old barn down today and
hauled it away to beautify a rich man's house.
And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled
off to Heaven to take on whatever chores
the Good Lord has for us on the
Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for
the seasons we've been through here.....
and just maybe even add a bit of beauty
to our Father's house!



May there be peace within you today. May
you trust God that you are exactly where you
are meant to be. "I believe that friends are
quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
wings have trouble remembering how to fly."





This is not mine
I simply put the story
on YPDC for all to enjoy!
Love,
Lovingcritters
ConSue
January 31, 2004
















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