How could you do it, Granny, feed the poor
When poverty was also at your door?
"My meal was never gone, my cruise of oil,
I found replenished. Love gave strength to toil
To feed His sheep; return those gone astray--
So many prodigals need love today."
She paused to rest, then gave a fragile smile,
"It was a joy to walk the 'second mile';
I found it easy too to give my 'cloak'."
Her eyelids closed ... Sweet Granny! She awoke
To find that she had entered Paradise
And that new light illumed her dimming eyes.
I think she heard the gentle Master say,
"You did it unto Me along your way."
