For Grampy Max
September 4, 1920 to May 31, 2011
Growing up I saw my grandparents at least once a week. Their home was the meeting place for our family and where hundreds of memories were formed. Roses, swing sets, Monopoly and popcorn...the smell of a cooking pot roast and the taste of peppermints wander through my mind. Their home was the perfect place for a child's imagination to flourish. From the big linen closet to Grampy Max's office there was somewhere always to play. Music was also central to Granny and Grampy's house. Lawrence Welk was the evening entertainment and you frequently heard Grampy playing the organ and singing a tune. The front door and hallway was an especially important part of their home. On the back of the front door was a music box that when wound would play "Bless this House". How we begged Granny to wind up the music box so we could all dance! As a child and adolescent I did not really inquire about the lyrics behind this 20th century hymn. However over the past 10 years I have become acquainted with the words of this song.
How fitting that my beloved grandparents had this song at their front door. What a precious prayer of protection and blessing for all who step through their threshold. The hymn reflects the heart and prayer of these two precious souls. Our family, because of them, have received an inheritance of love, peace and joy centered in Christ. Thank you Granny and Grampy for your heart and prayers. It is my prayer to pass down to my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren the legacy of your home and lives.
Bless this house, O Lord we pray,
Make it safe by night and day . . .
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out . . .
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let thy peace lie overall . . .
Bless this door that it may prove,
Ever open,
To joy and love . . .
Bless these windows shining bright,
Letting in God's Heavenly light,
Bless the hearth, the painting there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer!
Bless the folk who dwell within,
Keep them pure and free from sin . . .
Bless us all that we may be,
Fit O Lord to dwell with thee . . .
Bless us all that one day we may dwell,
O Lord! With Thee!
O Lord! With Thee!
Well written Rebecca. A lovely tribute to your Oklahoma grandparents. I know they felt blessed to be able to enjoy the company of your family so often. Love you always. Your Aunt Linda in Tennessee
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