June 21
I passed your home
early at dawn,
And saw the front room
light was on.
By that light in a chair
you nested,
A favored Bible on
your lap rested.
Hands folded, worship sincere.
Jesus invited, Jesus is there.
And I thought What a blessing
for a Dad to seek God and pray,
Whether early by light,
or late in the day.
For he may not know in a day
or a year
How a Dad’s faithfulness affects
his family so dear.
He’ll know someday, for surely
the fruit will come:
His children will seek God
by their lights at dawn.
– Karen “Nanny” Melton
bethanyjmelton.com 
I can envision your grandma writing this. It echoes her spirit, for her family and for the future. Thank you for sharing.
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Bethany, What a wonderful thing to share! I walked by your house with your Nanny many times during my visit. I can just see her passing by and then going home to write this poem! This must have meant so much to your Dad to find it again. I, too, miss her so much!
Thanks for making my day!
Love, Aunt T
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aw, yes. i miss seeing her take those morning walks. thank you for sharing. ❤
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