{"id":189,"date":"2012-04-05T19:29:31","date_gmt":"2012-04-05T19:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/?page_id=189"},"modified":"2021-04-04T14:05:24","modified_gmt":"2021-04-04T14:05:24","slug":"she-knelt-beside-her-bed","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/?page_id=189","title":{"rendered":"She Knelt Beside Her Bed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><audio autoplay=\"autoplay\"><source src=\"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/ifIcouldhearmymotherprayagain.mp3\" type=\"audio\/mpeg\">Your browser does not support the audio tag.<\/audio><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/uploads\/media\/gallery\/cross_stitch_grandma_grandpa_pics_011.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"246\" height=\"372\" border=\"0\"><\/p>\n<p>This is my dear Mother who has now gone to be with the Lord.<br \/>\nThis poem describes her perfectly.<br \/>\nThanks Betty for letting me borrow it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>SHE KNELT BESIDE HER BED<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d like to paint the picture that I see inside my head &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>A portrait of my mother as<\/p>\n<p>She knelt beside her bed. She taught me from the Bible, and She kept me clothed and fed.<\/p>\n<p>But mostly I remember times<\/p>\n<p>She knelt beside her bed. She couldn&#8217;t face the world alone,<\/p>\n<p>But turned to God instead,<\/p>\n<p>And let Him lift her burdens as<\/p>\n<p>She knelt beside her bed. She lingered with her Savior there<\/p>\n<p>And many tears were shed.<\/p>\n<p>But faith became much stronger when<\/p>\n<p>She knelt beside her bed. It wasn&#8217;t just the things she did,<\/p>\n<p>Or even what she said.<\/p>\n<p>I learned to love the Lord because<\/p>\n<p>She knelt beside her bed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your browser does not support the audio tag. 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&#8217;d like to paint the picture that I see inside my head &#8212; A portrait of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":154,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-189","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P2leRo-33","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/189","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=189"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3224,"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/189\/revisions\/3224"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.craftingranny.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}