By My Grandma's Knee
 



As I sit here looking back in memory,
I can now so clearly see.
While she told us stories,
Us kids would sit by grandmas' knee.

We thought she was old-fashion.
But, we all loved her all the more
'Cause, by her knee, she'd teach us
About Jesus and a beautiful shore.

She said it was the Lord's making
(Happy are we His servants to be)
How He died for our sins and,
Believing in Him, Heaven we'd see.

Sometimes we'd think
She wore funny clothes. But, deep inside,
I always knew grandma loved us, at heart.
We just had too much pride.

She would tell the story of her Ma and Pa,
How a log cabin they lived in,
And as she grew up, she to thought
They were strange, until she let Christ in.

She sat at her Ma's knee and heard the stories
Of Jesus, just the same as we.
You see, things may alter and change.
But, the same Jesus will always be.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Is what she told us about Him, one day.
No matter what we wear, or how we talk,
I learned at her knee to pray.

She taught us many things;
To cook, clean house; and to sew.
But, about the Lords' work and loving Him,
She taught us most of what we know.

She taught us not to just read,
But to do as our precious Lord said.
So, every night we'd feel guilty
If we didn't kneel beside our bed.

Now, it's my turn. I'm an old grandma, too.
So, to mine I have to be just as Grandma
And tell the things she told us,
As we sat beside her knee.


by Pearlie Duncan Walker
http://sitepalace.com/wildfern
http://kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm


       

 

 

 


       

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