a thankful old woman ,,esp chick

the air was chilled
she could see her breath
as she put on her heavy robe
over her night dress

she headed to the stone
fire place ,and poked
about in the ashes
hoping for some hot embers

no chance ,they are cold
as that morn of december

she shivered as she cleaned the ash
from the fireplace and placed
kenneling on to the grate

and she stop grumblering
and said i need to stop complaining
and start giving thanks

it is cold,but theres a roof
over my head ,food in the cup board
a pillow to lay my head

she struck a match and grabbed a handful
of dried leafs and grass and soon
a flame danced high oh how it
popped, crackled and snapped

the wood caught up real fast
warmth returns at last

she look around her humble old shack,
just 1 room,1 window ,1 door
with a dirt floor ,

im richer then most
some has little more
then this i know

then she remembered Mary with child
had no where but a stable to go
that night

im thankful o Lord for this shelter
in the hills of my cabin home

im just a lonely old woman
living here

but im never along

FOR my LORD dwells here too
in my little blessed home

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