For Grace Lehman

Amazing Grace, How sweet the song

I'd like to sing for you.

But since my singing ain't the best,

This poem will have to do.

You've been especially dear to me

Since way back, years ago

Back when you cleaned our dorm each week.

In friendly come and go.

You always brought your impish smile

Wrapped up in cheery care;

We often lingered Tuesday morns

With hopes we'd see you there.

Of course you'd tote in mop and pail

Your cleaning stuff and brooms

Then worked with never one complaint

About our squalid rooms.

Instead you brought your hearty cheer

And made us loving friends,

You were our true dorm mother,

And we wished it not to end.

Now forty years and more have flown

Since those sweet golden days.

And you are widowed and alone

Your Henry far away.

So I'd just like to thank you Grace

Before I miss my chance,

God bless and keep you, grandma Grace

In every circumstance.

And may your golden years be gold,

Blessed rich with Joy and health,

And may a host of loving friends

Become your greatest wealth.

And may you know Amazing Grace in every form God knows

And know how much He loves you from your crown down to your toes.