The House Behind the Weeds

The House Behind the Weeds

Just two little boys walking down a dusty lane They came upon this old white house With broken window panes. The paint was faded, the shine was gone The grass had grown so high Still they made their little feet To see what was inside. They opened up the squeaky door And then it came to light This must have been an old church house Once upon a time. Dirty, dusty wooden pews A pulpit that still stood A bible laid upon it Though the pages weren’t too good. An offering plate and song books too Were lying on the floor They must have left this old church fast The day they closed these doors. And over in the corner A piano was still there It must have played a pretty tune But I guess nobody cared. So little Bill looked up at Tommy And Tommy looked at Bill Why Don’t we clean this old church up, and get these old pews filled?” They took a rag and wiped the dust To try and make things shine And then they took the offering plate And put in it their Last dime. They took a broom and swept the floor And picked up broken glass They got it all so nice and neat And then they mowed the grass. They lifted

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