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.

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