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I'm sorry for keepin' ya up late.
But, I wanna know
If'n you're too busy, I can wait.
You see grandma's been forgettin'
A lot of things. Mamma says so.
She forgot my name, today, Mr. God,
And she's a walkin' kinda slow.
Yesterday, she jest left
Without even sayin' bye.
Daddy brought her back and
He had a tear in his eye.
So, I was wonderin', can you fix her?
She has somthun' called 'all tizers', daddy said.
She forgets who we are sometimes,
And she forgot that grandpa's dead.
Mr. God, you give her a new brememberer
'Cause I miss her playin', and stuff, with me
And the cookies she used to bake.
And, she was so smart, wasn't she?
She used to talk 'bout you a lot.
Now, she jest talks to herself and,
Mr. God, she don't know herself
From the pictures on the shelf.
Sometimes, she calls me 'little boy'
And pats my cheek or hair.
And she don't seem to care.
Please, Mr. God,
Will ya fix her, all new again,
A'fore she gets lost and
Can't bremember where she's been?
She ain't sang a Jesus song
Like I like to hear her to do.
Daddy says 'cause she is getting old.
But, she's not as old as you.
Daddy says you never forget and
You are older than anyone, anywhere.
Mamma says, "All we can do is
Bremember her in prayer.
So, Mr. God, I'm jest askin'
'Cause I don't know how to pray.
'Cause you un'erstand what I try to say.
Does Jesus have a grandma
And does she forget people, too?
I guess she would be your mommy
And wouldn't she be older than you?
Well, I gotta go to bed.
Would ya keep grandma safe, O please,
So as she won't wander off and get lost?
She forgets her hat and coat,
and she could freeze.
I love her lots and
I wish she bremember I'm her little Andy
And bake some good cookies for me,
And even share my candy.
Tell my friend, Jesus, I was here and
Give Him a hug from grandma and me.
She used to know Him and I heard her say,
"Thank you, Jesus, for little Andy."
Good night, Mr. God. Are ya tired?
You work, so hard, all day.
I'll be back a'morrow, to visit,
Before I go out to play.
Good night,
from Little Andy.
by Sandra Griffin © 2004
www.poetrypoem.com/inhimthroughhimforhimsandy
Thank You Sandy,
for permitting me to share
this wonderful prayer with all who see
and read this page.
I asked God why I wasn't rich.
He showed me a man with the wealth
of a thousand kings, who was lonely,
and had no one to share it with.
I asked God why I wasn't beautiful.
He showed me a woman more beautiful
than any other, who was ugly
because of her vanity.
I asked God why He'd allowed me
to become old. He showed me a boy of 16,
who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.
I asked God why I didn't have a bigger house.
He showed me a family of six,
who had just been evicted
from their tiny shack, and were forced,
to live on the street.
I asked God why I had to work.
He showed me a man,
who couldn't find a decent job,
because he'd never learned to read.
I asked God why I wasn't more popular.
He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,
who all left the moment the money
and parties were no longer there.
I asked God why I wasn't smarter.
He showed me a natural born genius,
serving life in prison for making ill use
of his knowledge.
a thankless sinner like me.
He showed me His Bible.
He showed me His Son
who took my place at the judgment.
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