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Contributed by:
Bob Rotruck
on 12/30/2007
Sitting in the corner is the old rocking chair,
It is worn and old and needs some repair.
Only God knows how many miles it has clocked,
How many times she sat in it and rocked and rocked.
Most times there was a grandchild nestled in her lap,
She would sing to us and we would take a little nap.
Songs of Jesus she would murmur soft and sweet,
It made the end of a child's day perfectly complete.
Most days she spent on our farm doing chores,
Thank goodness nobody was keepin' any scores.
Her hands had calluses and scratches of red,
She would rub on salve before she went to bed.
But while she rubbed her hands to cure,
She would sit in that rocker with sweet thoughts so pure.
She could look out the window at her moonlit garden,
And never considered it made her hands harden.
The only thoughts that came to her rocking there,
Was the magic of God doing His share.
Creak, creak the chair runners sounded,
The rhythm it made kept time grounded.
For age never stopped that rocking chair,
And the day never ended with fret or despair.
Now the chair sits idle in the kitchen place,
God took her home with His wonderful grace.
I hope I inherited my Grandmother's heart,
And take time to rest after each day's fast start.
And take time to thank God for all that I have,
Like the healing power of that rocker and salve.
And the quietness that rocking can bring to your heart,
It removes all of the day's troubles from its very start.
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