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Grampa Prays His Prayers of Ease
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By Gary James Smith
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When Grandpa prays his prayers of ease
They’re not so often on his knees
But at his pillow on the bed
His prayers for others there are said.
It may be the late or early hour
But God still moves in wondrous power
To bring to fruition prayers of faith
Cause Grandpa believes in the Lord’s “Thus sayeth”

That moment of awakening within the soul
As prayer burdens begin to unroll
All those living in bondage of sin
Yet, little ones who have not heard of such
Grandpa’s prayers surround them much
I call it dear ones “prayers of ease”
They happen before I can get on my knees

Tis joyous labor, this work I do
Such has God called Grandpa to
I pray as tears come down my face
To me that’s never a disgrace
For Savior, Jesus, He wept too
Over such as me and you
Our prayers (a Just Fragrance) to His name
Glory be the Lamb that’s slain.

No light matter or humor there
These moments spent with God in prayer
But in brokenness and deep contrition
Grandpa brings to his God petitions
Who’s Spirit works within to move
Us to pray so God can prove
It is surely fitting when in every prayer we bring
We pay homage to the King of Kings.

Our God is swift to recompense
Those whose mind and heart are bent
To do the task He bids us do
Unceasing prayer, He’s called us to
That dying world that’s lost in sin
We still may have a chance to win
A brother or a sister there
May come to know Him by our prayers

Take your mind off ease and pleasure
Put your heart in a position of treasure
You’ll see how swiftly time doth fly
When your interceding for a passer by
Wrench out prayer as much as you can
It will make you into a Spirit filled man
Jesus is soon coming, it may be today
Have you yet taken, the time to pray?

I must close now as I’m off to bed
Upon my pillow I’ll rest my head
But trust me dear ones when I say
It’s there again I’ll begin to pray
I love to pray myself to sleep\
I know my Lord, ,my Shepherd keeps
He delighteth when I retire so
Yes, Jesus loves me, this I know!

© Copyright Gary James Smith
Dec. 22/2001 @ 2:40 a.m.


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Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2003

Last Updated: Saturday, April 19, 2003

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca


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