Just a Pathway

by Jonathan Spurlock
(Holts Summit, MO)

Built years ago, it proudly stood
A home, much more than nails and wood,
It was a place where life was shared
A place where people loved and cared.

A path, they made to show the way,
They hoped ‘twould last for many days
From front porch reaching to the street
It long did feel the touch of feet

But storms did rise and floods came strong
The little house did not last long—
The water came and did destroy
The home that once knew tears and joy

The little house no longer stands
Torn down by unsympathetic hands
No one could live within its walls
No longer home one ever calls

The only thing from days gone by
Is that old pathway I did spy
Leading nowhere from the street
Seldom, never, feeling feet

The things we build of stuff down here
We hope they give us joy and cheer
But more than pathways that are cast,
Only what’s done for Christ will last!