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A Gift for Grandma

He climbed the stairs, this joy of mine,
"Here, Grandma, is a dandelion."
I took the wilted bloom and then
I nursed it back to health again.
My garden lush with roses rare,
Yet, with this bloom, none can compare.
For charm lies not in what you see,
This gift came "love-wrapped" just for me.

"Almost Five"

A little girl of almost five
Heard God no longer was alive.
Her burdened heart urged her to pray,
But no one taught her what to say.

"The words," she mused, "I don't know yet,
Please hear, instead, my alphabet.
They're A -- B -- C -- D --E -- F -- G,
Then all the rest to X -- Y -- Z.
Arrange them, please, so that you'll know
A little girl still loves you so."

Then high within those jasper walls,
Pure golden streets, celestial halls,
A God who heeds the faintest plea
Arranged the letters perfectly.
God had no problem from the start,
Because, you see, He read her heart.