She Knelt Beside Her Bed

This is my dear Mother who has now gone to be with the Lord.
This poem describes her perfectly.
Thanks Betty for letting me borrow it.

SHE KNELT BESIDE HER BED

I’d like to paint the picture that I see inside my head —

A portrait of my mother as

She knelt beside her bed. She taught me from the Bible, and She kept me clothed and fed.

But mostly I remember times

She knelt beside her bed. She couldn’t face the world alone,

But turned to God instead,

And let Him lift her burdens as

She knelt beside her bed. She lingered with her Savior there

And many tears were shed.

But faith became much stronger when

She knelt beside her bed. It wasn’t just the things she did,

Or even what she said.

I learned to love the Lord because

She knelt beside her bed.

Betty Jo Mings

©used with permission

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