DAILY PONDERMENT: Booking Auctions this week. Ran across this old poem that another Auctioneer had posted. Kinda hit home. Sometimes it can be tough bein me. :( THE AUCTIONEERS PRAYER: He stares at his tractor with watery eyes, remembering the nights under Gods bright skies. Her fingers slide over the old kitchen stove, A catch in her throat that no one else knows. If just these two items could bring what they’ve made, all the farms debts could quickly be paid. The Auctioneers sees all, and shares in their pain; Hes seen it happen time and again. Some might assume that he doesnt care, But before their Auction comes the Auctioneers prayer. Lord, please guide me through this Auction day, In all that I do and all that I say, Help me cry stronger than ever Ive done, For this is their Auction, this is the one. Yes, another farm Auction, held here today, people gather in their usual way. To poke through the boxes and trample the lawn, Theyll quickly forget when alls sold and gone. We get to know them, we share in their plight, the tables hold history, laid out in plain sight. We know the story of this man and his wife, what we Auction here are the remnants of life. If it be your will, Lord, through Christ your Son, help me cry stronger than ever Ive done, For this is their Auction, their final one. --Anonymous
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 03:12:37 +0000
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