A passerby would notice
The sagging roof
The mailbox that leans
And the porchway that creaks
No one is interested
It's too far gone for repair
No hope in restoring
At best, three years remaining
Our Savior would renovate
The overlooked home
And breathe life into
The shambly structure
Nails would serve a purpose
Far greater than support
Wood saves more than
One rickety temple
We too, must overlook the dust
Even if the pipes leak
Too much water never hurt
Anybody
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