It's builder and owner has long since passed on;

New people now farm the land.

With no use for the barn, it's just an eyesore;

"Tear it down, we'll give you a hand."

Then one dreary day, a stranger stopped in.

The old barn, "Was it for sale?"

He wanted the wood, he'd pay a good price;

He'd send a check in the mail.

We watched as a crew tore the barn down.

Carefully sorting and stacking the wood.

They'd take it and use to adorn a new home,

Making colors that no human could.

As I thought of that barn and the way that it stood

As a sentinel there on that hill;

Weathering the storms, the wind and the rain

With more care it would be there still.

Don't mourn for that barn, 'cause it's no longer there,

It's purpose has now been fulfilled.

It housed all the stock, it brightened the land

Though the hammers and saws are now stilled.

But then as I thought, it's kind of like us;

Life with it's storms, wind and rain,

Sin takes it's toll, marring our soul;

But God comes and restores us again!

Sure our hair turns to silver, our bodies get bent,

But the beauty can still be within;

God sees our true worth, He paid the price

Christ's blood redeems us from sin.

So next time you think of complaining

When trouble and storms come your way,

Oft times out of ashes comes beauty

Like that old barn, there'll be a new day!