It was there that it stood
Leaning this way and that
And for any looking on
it did not seem much
But the job that it did
cannot be measured true
For this was the way, of the Old Fence Post.
The post was looking worn
And the weight of years were real
The wire was rusty and weak
And one would have to wonder
Just what was holding up who
But thus we must not to question
This strength of the Old Fence Post.
But then how many today
Are looking worn and weak
As we travail this world before us
And wonder what's coming our way.
But take heart, my friend
Do not despair
Remember that each day brings with it
a gift that is so rare
So take courage, my friend
and strive be true
Remember that Post, which is standing so tall
And consider the one, who stands there for you.
