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| Each morning she would say to me, "Child, place my Bible on my knee, It's time to visit with the Lord, And meditate upon His word." She'd touch the pages one by one, And at the end when she was done, She'd press the Bible to her heart, And whisper, "Lord, how great Thou art!" She'd offer up her thankful prayers, For all the blessings through the years, And then she'd pray, "Lord, bless my kin, Lead them Lord, watch over them, Keep them safe, both night and day, And help them not to go astray, I place them all within your care, Knowing you are always near." I'd hear her say, "Dear Lord Amen, Your will be done, my precious friend." She'd press the Bible to her lips, And gently place on it, a kiss. Sweet peace would shine upon her face, The lines of age, all but erased. She'd place the Bible on her knee, And smile through eyes that could not see. Now that she's gone, I miss her so, Much more than you will ever know, But one day I will meet again, My mother and my dearest friend. Jeannette E. Smith May 03, 2004 |
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