Archive for December 2024
Mamma, Gramma Called You
Mama, Gramma called you
We shared the good times, and the chew
She talked with you for hours …
And how was Jimmy blue
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How the price of ham and eggs had climbed
Near straight through the roof
I couldn’t bear to tell her
That I wasn’t you
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You see the big white fluffy Chickens
Shoo, shew and shoe
Jimmy brought them home one day
He said “No-one wants them Mama”
It’s true”
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They set on Grammas table
“Look an egg!” said Jimmy blue
Gramma said, They can stay right here
They have a home now
They do!
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Mama, Gramma called you
We shared the good times and the chew
She spoke with you for hours
And how was Jimmy blue
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Reminisced, in younger ages
Latticed cherry pies in stages
Survival times made way for tears
Washed away by red print pages
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Mama, Gramma called you
We shared the good times and the chew
She talked with with you for hours
She said “I love you“
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Words and music
By Kelly Sampson Griswold
Momma’s Kitchen
Can the mere sight of a color make you cry Brightly bursting yellow crystals ... in my eye Each time I see sunlight peering through the sky The sunshine in her kitchen tells my why - Pot roast cooking, on the stove therein Potatoes, carrots, cabbage on the boil We all knew it was time to come on in Her heart bell rang and she opened up the foil - Memories of the olden days With songs I'm singing still I’m filling up with Jesus love And I always will - Looking up as redemption draweth nigh Sunshine over shadow carries me I’ll be with you in a little while, you see Just a few more rising suns…for me - Memories of the olden days With songs I'm singing still I’m filling up with Jesus love And I always will Words by Kelly Sampson Griswold
Cool Memories
I was just a wee little girl. The MDC skating rink in Allston opened and I wanted so badly to go skating; but I had no skates. I'd have skated on anything just to squish between my sisters Deborah and Penny. I just wanted be with them. "Please, please! "let me go!" I prayed and begged to the Lord. My childish voice carried all the way to Jesus' heart. It reached up above the frosty air and sat upon on a cloud; resting softly on the face of the smiling moon. The next morning, a messenger from heaven came to the door. She was holding a bag, filled with all kinds of skates. My mother was very thankful. I dove into the bag and found a pair. I strapped them on and made em fit! Soon I'd be gliding; and I was going to the ice skating rink! I was proud sitting in my seat in the car with my wonderful sisters. We were heading to the rink! Once there, I shot out onto the ice, like a firecracker; or so in my dreams! My own voice echoed trills from the bottom up ... But I was flying and feeling at one with the world in my mind; alternating with hanging on for dear life! I was doing everything I could think of to balance myself, and to keep from falling! A couple of feet gained ... then flat on my back ... Repeat. I rang a silent bell to myself ... May it always ring in my mind that I was allowed to go skating! - Whenever I am tempted to give up ... I say thank you Lord; for I had a chance to go! I got back up ... and I went! I'll always remember a kind baritone voice of a really tall angel, with big black gloves on, scooping me up, lifting me off the ice. Rounding off the icy bend, I felt like a tetherball. I remember the flying, much more than the dangling skates, and the falls. This kind man picked me up and he set me down, over and over, on those skates again. He cared... I was thankful to God for making a way for me to go skating, when there seemed to be no way. I'm thankful for kind people, skates to wear, and the opportunity to dance that flying jig. - Kelly Sampson Griswold
The Sweater
I wanted to give you a sweater To keep you warm on those cold cold days I wanted to give you a letter To tell you how kind you had been - Somehow it got lost in the river raging The current swiftly moved on Still and so clearly, I would remember The colors, so bright and nuanced - But I’ll always love you I’ll always love you - A time and a place for the knowing Left to the One who knows all A never so endless departing Lost in a songs eschalon In the sweater a deep deep pocket In the letter a locket on land Waiting for that special moment Away from all pestilence - To be found once again on one cool, still, broke morn Opaque in the sun, on the sand Like hope’s warm inviting Pure shaking hand I wanted to see your heart mend Like hope’s warm inviting Pure shaking hand I wanted to see your heart mend - Words and Music By Kelly Sampson Griswold
His Beacon Over Me
Lining rooftops, high in rows Like dominoes, falling icicles Past my own sight, dim and low Peddling lightning on bicycle - And I'm gonna stay... In love Mercy, mercy me I'm gonna stay... in love His beacon over me - I don't want to cry ... no more Faith revived and energized I've died a million times for fear Tired of being ... Paralyzed - And I'm gonna stay... In love Mercy, mercy me I'm gonna stay... in love His beacon over me - Baseball cards, in rhythm song Wound up tight, elastic drum Inside spokes, the harp plays on Easing, soothing, childlike hum - And I'm gonna stay... In love Mercy, mercy me I'm gonna stay... in love His beacon over me - Safe in sight, in God's mind eye Beyond my routes, capacity Angels on my shoulders high With Jesus setting my soul free - And I'm gonna stay ... In love Mercy me mercy me I'm gonna stay in love His beacon over me - Words and Music by Kelly Sampson Griswold
All In His Time
God is mightier, He is more Than the flak that is hurled at you The love you give in the name of Jesus Will quench it with the truth - He surely comes at the perfect time No act beyond His will . . . For we are His and He is ours All is calm, in Him, peace be still - Though diverse pains maybe daunting We need not fear for loss For Gods word dwells within us Look to Christ upon the cross - He surely comes in the nick of time No act beyond His will . . . For we are His and He is ours All is calm, in Him, peace be still - All in Him we must put our trust Watch the opposition fall Where His truth abides, His victory rides All in His time, peace be still . . . - Words and music by Kelly Sampson Griswold