My grandmother, a devout Christian, wrote many poems in the 1980s and 1990s. I wanted to preserve them for family members and whoever else was interested in them. She was a fierce prayer-warrior. She had 2 sons and 2 daughters, and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She wrote some poems to different friends, children, and grandchildren as well. I can still her hear her say, "Bless your little heart." She went to be with her Lord in October 1999.
January 05, 1982
Come Unto Me
Come and believe and learn of me, I will give you victory.
I'll free you from worry and care, I'll go with you anywhere.
Yield to me and you'll find rest, As you gently lean upon my breast.
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