(A true story as told to me by my Aunt Luella at North Clayton, WI

until they (my mom, aunts and uncles) moved from the house on 3-1-1937)

The wind blew high, our barnyard dirt,

so cleaning was a must -

but after chores and after we

were cleaned of country dust.

Our farm house was quite simple and

our painted walls were bare -

except for those two special plaques

I still remember there.

The Ten Commandments took its place

above the other one.

It hung on wall with window and

it shared the setting sun.

I thought about their meanings each,

the words and every line -

and read and reread many times -

up through the age of nine.

Though we had moved, those words sunk in

I saw there on the wall,

with no TV or radio,

I'd memorized them all.

The second plaque, just seven words.

No picture or a frame.

But I remember to this day,

its message still the same.

It hung below the other there

and it, I too, still see.

Embossed down deep within my soul

its words still follow me.

Oh, "not My will but Thine be done."

So powerful the thought -

if Christ could give His very life

then I'd do what I ought.

I often looked at those two plaques.

What else was there to do?

I'm pleased to have remembered them

to share them both with you.

Our farm house was quite simple and

our painted walls were bare -

except for those two special plaques

I still remember there.