GRANDMA’S PRAYING HANDS

My Grandmother prayed for me

She is no longer alive you see

My Grandmother often stated, “THE DEVIL IS BUSY”

Being a teenager with no understanding then, I thought Grandma was dizzy

My Grandmother and I would pray together

I got the foundation of what praying was all about

My Grandmother was showing me the elements of prayer instilling in Faith

She would pray Morning, Noon and Night

My Grand other wanted Heaven to watch over

She wanted the spirit of the Lord’s hands to cover
My Grandmother was preparing me for life independence when God took her home

I saw purpose as an adult that I will never be alone

Grandma left her legacy

It is now all through me

Grandma was my start up

Now it is my praise with a full shout

I always pray before moving about

The world is in turmoil

I belong to God’s soil

While Grandma went to the kingdom

She left me her wisdom

Even though Grandma’s hands have gone to glory

Her hands are yet still over me being her story

Grandma’s heart

My praying start