“pilgrims with no vision of the promised land become proprietors of their own land.” Max Lucado
Memories Of Stone “Granddad, let’s go fishing tonight! My work is done on the land!” So they strolled to the banks of the river Where a pillar of stones in the water stands. “Granddad, I’ve seen these stones before, But I still don’t know what it means. I heard they built it when you were a kid, But it seems pointless to me, and it leans!” “Son, I put one there myself one day When I crossed the river’s flooded strand! So today I can tell you about the way God led us across on dry land… Those stones are for me, And they’re for you too So you’ll never forget Just what God can do! So when you’re grown up; And have kids of your own You can tell them this story Of these memories of stone.” “Dad, what’s that book you’re writing in? And Dad, please tell me why When you read it, I see you smile, And yet, there’s tears in your eyes.” “Son, this here is my ‘pillar of stone’, My journal, a map of my life! Of how God worked through all my days And carried me through joy and strife. And son, one day, this book will be yours And you can read it and know That God is the same yesterday and today And how His timing is never too slow. Those stones are for me, And they’re for you too So you’ll never forget Just what God can do! So when you’re grown up; And have kids of your own You can tell them this story Of these memories of stone.” ©Cowboy Christian 2006 | 
