Grandma's Poem

We've all had to make some adjustments during this pandemic. One thing I am grateful for is having my son home with me.  My aunt is in one nursing facility and my mom in another. Fortunately, both nursing homes have been proactive about connecting residents with their loved ones via technology. I can call and Facetime with my mom and I can send a message to skype with my aunt. I try to visit with each of them at least once a week. Monday, I talked with my aunt for a bit. Today, I got to visit with my mom. 

Mama doesn't talk much anymore. She will answer questions, mostly "yes" or "no" questions. She giggles a lot and cries when I call. The calls don't last too long as there isn't a whole lot to talk about with them. But today I decided to read mama one of my grandma's poems. (Her mother.) She seemed to really respond and acted like she enjoyed it. 

As I was reading it, I thought about how appropriate it is today. My grandmother wrote it years, decades, ago as a song. But I'll type it here as a poem - I hope you enjoy it!

Well my way was hedged and thorny

and I could not see outside.

I could not feel His presence

no matter how I tried.

So I raised my eyes to Jesus 

and though I could not see;

I held on to His promise

and claimed the victory.

Well He heard my feeble effort

tho He knew my faith was dim,

But He honored just that little

that He knew I had in Him.

And He lit my lamp in darkness,

and saved me from a fall 

We smashed a troup together

by faith, we leaped a wall.

Well I stumbled on a secret

and I think I learned it well

when you lift your voice in praises

you can shake the gates of hell.

It is the Lord's to battle, so when I found that out

I let Him do the fighting,

and I just cheer and shout.