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The Vacant Sod

There once stood a house on this vacant sod,
Did its walls ever listen to the cries to God?
Or sighs of the lonely, those heart rending sobs,
Or prayer in the dark where fear had trod?
Did they pensively give ear to pitiful pain?
Or rejoice in the blessing of laughter's reign?
And were they not there to testify
When the dreams of a dreamer took off to fly?
Walls of pride, did they not stand?
And witness the birth of a mighty plan?
Were they not joyous as the moment was seized?
And faith was born and truth believed?
What of these walls that so silently crumbled?
And Life, so short, now is humbled?
They have turned dust and blown back to God,
And yonder stands the vacant sod.

By Sharon Frye