Because A Grandma Prays

A precious child is drowning, in Satan’s lake of doom;
On waves they’re tossed, a heart that’s lost,
before them death and gloom.
Though all was stacked against them; one didn’t heed the odds,
You see there was a Grandma, who serves a Mighty God.

Children lost and wandering, their future now in question;
One with hope continues, her prayerful intercession.
           The stronghold of the enemy… it surely would be broken,            Because there was a Grandma’s love, her prayers of faith were spoken.

When all the facts are in, and they can only spell defeat.
Grandma knows God’s Word is true… His victory will be sweet.
A miracle of life will now prepare to write their story,
A Grandma with a testimony… giving God the glory.

Now the child can smile, and you can feel the angels hovering;
Blessed are those, whose Grandma prays…this will be their covering.
The child receives the blessing, because a Grandma cares;
Faithful is the One she serves… the One who answers prayers.