Grandma taught me how to pray, up on her knee one bright sunny day. Now I lay me down to sleep, the words were simple, but into my heart they sank deep.
"Jesus loves you she said, and you can talk to him anytime," and I did that night upon my bed. "Jesus help me I prayed," and now all my life he has stayed.
Now I am grown but I will never forget how I first learned of my savior's love, and that he would make a way, the day that Grandma taught me how to pray.
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Poetry From The Heart
ŞiirA collection of poems, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh, some will make you you think, or just cause you to smile, but all come from my heart, eventually finding their way to yours.
