I lay upon my prison bed
Pillow damp with tears I shed;
With aching heart and in despair I cried
“My God there’s none who care.”
Twas than I heard a gentle voice,
Which made my weary heart rejoice,
“Oh yes, she said, God’s only son has cared
for you since day begun.
He’ll give you grace each trial to bear,
If you appeal to him in prayer!
I prayed and prayed far in the night
And prayed through I saw the light.
So now I’m happy every day,
Happy to serve in a humble way
A Savior born in a lowly place,
Born to die for the human race.
And if I in my feeble way
Can point to him one who’s gone astray
I’ll feel I’ve not lived in van
Although I’ve done some deeds of shame.
To grandma dear I give all praise,
She led me to the throne of grace
Because she filled a mothers place.
-Author Unknown
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