By Flickering LightA Poem by Cherrie Palmerpraying grandmasNine P.M. sets the clock, Grandma is fast asleep, Monday or Sunday is all the same. Bedtime is set, it will not be changed.
She sleeps well, her conscience at rest. Until she gets the call, a quiet little plea. This small voice wakes her from her sleep.
She is never stressed, nor is she mad over a little lost rest. Straight to her knees she will fall. Hoisting up prayers for the great and small.
Many a day was set right with a Midnight Nana praying over a flickering light.
Once the Spirit nudges her awake. She calls the roll from Daughter to Son along with their spouse, she sees them as one. She lifts up her children and sheds every doubt.
Binding and loosening for God's will to be done. She counts not the time as she brings up the sun. Tearing down gates and lifting up hearts. Grandma makes the difference even when they are not doing their part.
So now that she’s old and small voices can not be heard, fall to your knee’s and count not the time as you pray for her days and pray for her nights. Honor her teaching as you honor her life. Send up those prayers till she sets at Our Savior's side. © 2016 Cherrie PalmerAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 29, 2009 Last Updated on May 13, 2016 Tags: grandma_prayers_ Previous Versions AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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