Her body gently rocked and kept perfect time to the hymn she sang. Grandma s respiratory problems caused her voice to be hoarse and raspy, but as those alto tones rolled from her lips, they seemed to charm those sad, lonely feelings. I felt them slip away bit by bit. I once was lost, but now am found, she continued with fervent expression. As I lay in the comfort of her bosom, her lyrics poured upon me and became balm for my troubled spirit.
Years have past.
Grandma is gone now. I have experienced many sad and lonely nights since that night of childish despair, but I can still hear her precious words in my heart, Was blind, but now I see. No choir director ever sought after Grandma, but the solace she provided for me with that cherished old hymn makes it, even today, one of the most beautiful I have ever heard. Singing with my children and grandchildren has brought many happy moments into my life as well. Lying in my arms as tiny infants, we rocked and enjoyed the sweet soothing sounds of ageless lullabies.