Monday, September 28, 2009
A Grandmother's Prayer
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty, or youth, or such.
Just give me a little hand to hold,
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs.
Just give me a little face to kiss,
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their brilliant eyes.
For through these little ones, you've given
This grateful grandma a glimpse of Heaven.
-unknown author
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This is a beautiful prayer and it really speaks to my heart!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing this! I love it so much!
All the best,
Eileen
well if I could get the tears out of my eyes I'd try to make a comment. I love this Rebecca!
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