Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
WHO was it who held me on her knee?
When I was helpless as could be,
And hoped such noble things of me?
Who taught my infant lips to prat,
And understood my childish chat,
And who in patience calmly sat?
Who watched me grow from day to day,
Taught me "Our Father's prayer" to say,
And keep me out of evil's way.
Who shared my sorrow and my grief,
And always brought me sweet relief;
Of all my friends who is the chief?
Who always wisest council gave,
And taught me how life's storm to brave,
That I might safely ride each wave?
Who guarded me from tempter's snare
Made me the burden of her prayer,
And watched with zealous tender care?
And when the sun sinks in the west,
And birds fly homeward to their nest,
On whose fond bosom would I rest?