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Grandma Edmond’s Daily Bread

 

Layin’ open on the table

Was Grandma Edmond’s family Bible

Filled with pictures in pastel

Of Jesus and the angels

While my supper waited

I would thumb through the pages

And I could hear her in the kitchen

Whistlin’ Rock of Ages

 

And I’d say:

God is Great, God is good

Let us thank Him for our food

By His hands we all are fed

And I thank God for Grandma Edmond’s daily bread

 

That was a simple place and time

That I have long since left behind

But I keep close here beside me

A gentle spirit that guides me

To where I smell the biscuits bakin’<