with Amazing Grace and Bringing In The Sheaves
I would rest my head
upon my grandmothers lap
drifting away as she sang

early morning rise as the rooster crows
wiping my lil eyes I could begin to smell
the coffee perking and the bacon frying
eggs and biscuits awaiting us each sunday morn

with Amazing Grace and Bringing In The Sheaves
I would rest my head
upon my grandmothers lap
drifting away as she sang

riding to the country church on Sunday morn
inside the truck were my grandpa and grandma
the cab would shake and brake
upon the gravel dirt roads

with Amazing Grace and Bringing In The Sheaves
I would rest my head
upon my grandmothers lap
drifting away as she sang

hellfire and brimstone stories would be told
preached each week by the preacher man
squirming in the pew my grandma
would rub my back and give me a lifesaver
looking out the colored glass windows
I swore I saw the angels sing

with Amazing Grace and Bringing In The Sheaves
I would rest my head
upon my grandmothers lap
drifting away as she sang

handshakes and local gossip chatter
awaited outside after the alter call
running in the courtyard with my friends
I would play and laugh
waiting for the lunch time pot luck

with Amazing Grace and Bringing In The Sheaves
I would rest my head
upon my grandmothers lap
drifting away as she sang

01/29/2007

Posted on 01/29/2007
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