I'd like to paint the picture that I see inside my head~A portrait of my mother asShe knelt beside her bed.She taught me from the Bible,and She kept me clothed and fed.But mostly I remember timesShe knelt beside her bed.She couldn't face the world alone,But turned to God instead, And let Him lift her burdens asShe knelt beside her bed.She lingered with her Savior there And many tears were shed.But faith became much stronger whenShe knelt beside her bed.It wasn't just the things she did,Or even what she said.I learned to love the Lord becauseShe knelt beside her bed.Author: Betty Jo MingsE-Mail:bmings@netzero.netPoetry By Betty Jo MingsUsed with permission from author Email: Rebel738@webtv.net
She taught me from the Bible,and She kept me clothed and fed.But mostly I remember timesShe knelt beside her bed.
She couldn't face the world alone,But turned to God instead, And let Him lift her burdens asShe knelt beside her bed.
She lingered with her Savior there And many tears were shed.But faith became much stronger whenShe knelt beside her bed.
It wasn't just the things she did,Or even what she said.I learned to love the Lord becauseShe knelt beside her bed.
Author: Betty Jo MingsE-Mail:bmings@netzero.net