Grandma's Rocking Chair

Poem by: Audrey W. Curry

I learned allot about Jesus around Grandma's rocking chair.

She would tell a Bible story then have a word of prayer.

She would read the Word while rocking and never lose her place:

I knew God was alive and well for I saw Him in her face.

At night while I was sleeping-or was suppose to be-

I could hear my Grandma praying and she always mentioned me.

She never did have favorites,

She loved us all the same,

But when Grandma prayed, she called us each by name.

Grandma's gone to Heaven now, but I'll meet her over there,

because all of those prayers she Prayed in that old rocking chair.