One of me and my cousins favorite places to play Was behind Papas shop I can still smell the saw dust Repairs were made That one could trust Made from cinder blocks Was a minnow pond There is where Papa Raised his own fishing bait The wild blackberry field Grew thorny on the other Side of the gate Best times of my youth Spent on The Hill Jumping off the pumphouse Drawing in the sand Playing chase with my cousins While waiting for Grandma's Sunday dinner, Youth was so grand Uncle Beaty's trailor was at the center Of the hill, where his sister's took turn Caring for him, where his wisdom Was instilled When I brought Uncle Beaty His dinner I would stay To listen to his prayers He placed in my heart God's truth deeply within Protecting me from my future of sin For the simpleness of life The greats of my family Have revealed to me Is to spread the love of Jesus, your heart will be ♡♡♡Set free♡♡♡
Lord, thank you for the great blessings of The Hill, Grandma, Papa, Aunt Mama Jane, Uncle Truette and Uncle Beaty. Truth in my heart forever instilled♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡