Dec 30, 20202 min
written by Anna Owens December 16, 1988
This poem was written by my beloved grandmother when I was only 3 months old. The first time I heard it was at her funeral just a week ago.
My grandmother was a special lady-strong, vivacious, and God-fearing. I count it as a great blessing to know that even in the nursing home, my grandmother was still a bright light to others. Once, one of the nurses told my mother of how my grandmother could pray- which made us both smile. It's soothing to know that a relationship with the Lord can run that deep. One would certainly say that the "force was strong with that one."
Her poems have also always touched me. She has written hundreds of poems throughout her life, only sharing about a handful with family and friends. They touch me so, because all of them- and I do mean ALL OF THEM were written about Jesus. He was truly her muse.
May you all be blessed by this poem as much as it blessed me.