ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED...

. I have an old rocking chair   that sits in a corner in   My bedroom..
A chair I  used to rock,  sing  and pray  .. At  night, by the light of  late night moon..

 My children's fevered brows..
Their restless moans ,  I soothed their fears somehow...

 Their listless bodies in my arms..
At my breast  I kept them  safe and warm..

 The living room was dark as I rocked and sang  old  hymns..
Filtered light through our picture  window as trees leaves danced and skimmed..

 No one but God, the sick  child and  me..
I prayed fervently .. Relinquishing our spirits free..

 "Dear God , this child is so  ill ..
Please touch him ,sweet Jesus, Please",  I'd pray, "if you will"..

 Our bonded souls united..
My fears and woes subsided..

 Those nights in that darkened room..
 I prayed , rocked and sang.. There was no sadness or no gloom..

 My child lay rested safe from harm ..
I placed him into  my Masters arms..

 Just pure  untainted  fearless calm..
 As he wrapped the child  with His healing balm..

 A taste of heaven's pure holy place..
My child rests as I  seek His face..

 Those were memories  I've kept in store..
The times I rocked,sang  and prayed at heavens door..

 He came to meet me with each  child I cried..
"Dear Jesus , please Heal and bless this Child"..

 He always answered  with His still small voice..
My heart reassured  my soul rejoiced..

 "I am here .. I hear your prayer"..
 "Rest now mother"  as He touched and cared..

 "This child I Love more  than even you"..
"I've come to heal ,  You know  this to be true"..

 "For tomorrow will bring  a bright new dawn"..
Just then the  fevered brow,  miraculously gone..

 Bright red cheeks are pale again..
The child's broad smile  and strength regained ..

 "Thank you Jesus"..  I whispered loud..
. "My faith renewed", I said  "I have no doubt"..

 I am older now....   My children grown.. 
They now have  children of their own..

 I still remember those  nights so still ...
Sitting in that old rocking chair ..
With each  small child so ill...

 Wasn't it just yesterday  I Sang, Rocked and Prayed.. When He came and met us.. I was not afraid.. Patsy McNutt Morgan Written on 03/11/11 Revised on 02/27/12