Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my shape to keep.
Please no wrinkles, Please no bags
And please lift my bottom before it sags.
Please no age spots, Please no gray
And as for my belly, Please take it away
Please keep me healthy, Please keep me young,
And thank you, Dear Lord, for all that you’ve done.
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By Ellen Martin
It is not new, nor is it fancy;
It’s a gift from Grandma’s day,
A cushion that preserves the pins
That otherwise might stray.
It’s a resting place for needles
That kept us in repair,
And quietly reminds me of
My mother’s loving care.
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Jesus loves me, this I know . . .