by Glenda K. Fralin

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: April 17, 2009

Out West

West of the River

West of the muddy Blue River
stands and old stone home,
that waits for us to return.

West of the old stone home
across a gravel road,
rolling hills define our valley.

West of the gravel road
atop the highest hill on a clear night,
the lights of three towns are seen.

East in the shadow of the western hills,
sets that old stone home of the glen,
a table waits for our prayers to fly,
on golden wings to the foot of Calvary.

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