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Psalms 118:22-24 -  NKJV: “The stone which the builders rejected Has become the chief cornerstone. This was the LORD's doing;” 
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                                     Wisdom in Decrepit Stones

                           With bones and skin wilting away with age
                             Like withering stem and leaves of a tree
                              Like a house reaching a decrepit stage
                            I wade a few steps stooping to the knee
                       With the whole frame pining with stinging pain,
                            Treading a hundred steps a task in vain;

                           With a decrepit frame and ache in breast
                          Climbing some steps of my decaying home
                             Leads me utterly to gasping for breath
                           As battered by wild winds of a weird storm
                           I feel the need to take forthwith some rest
                              Like the twilight sun on its way to set ;

                            With a frail, feeble and mouldering frame
                               I feel like tumbling down at any time
                             Without any appalling stamp of shame
                         With my time ripe to kiss the earthly shrine
                          As the battered roof of a crumbling house
                             Forsaken to face its own fateful vows.

                        Yet my mind feels like waltzing tall and strong
                                The spirit simmering as ever fresh
                            The self shining as ever bold and young
                           The soul sparkling bright as ever blessed
                         As a house stone base that does not decay
                          But remains firm and does not fade away.

                        The mind retains insight plucked over time
                        Gleams with remembrance gathered over years
                            That ever remain valued and sublime
                        Like memories enshrined in walls` whispers
                         Like undertones relayed by cherished moans
                            Like wisdom captured in decrepit stones.
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