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Sitting on my Front Porch by Janet Martin Sitting on my front-porch with loved ones at my knee Drinking in the music of the twilight's melody Tiny sip of glory is this evening paradise Sitting on my front-porch as my Maker paints the skies Somewhere in the valley I can hear the cattle low The pasture-land lies golden-bronze beneath the sunset's glow Faintly I can hear the church-bells chiming down the street Beyond the noisy traffic and the muffled busy feet Sitting on my front-porch, this my humble palace grand Apartheid to an orchestra led by Heaven's hand Hummingbird and firefly and busy honey-bee And little children's laughter joins in Heaven's melody Tiny splash of paradise has dropped from Heaven's brush Landing on my front-porch in this sacred evening hush Lemon tea or lemonade either one is fine Sitting on my front-porch 'neath the shadow of His vine Sonny, grab your silver spoons so you can keep the beat I'll play my harmonica while sister taps her feet Standing on His promises, praising Christ the Lord Sitting on my front-porch I desire nothing more |
 This poem won 2nd place for the September 2009 poetry contest |
This poem may be use within Christian ministries for any non-profit purpose without requesting permission.