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Party Line Prayers


My Grandma was a gossip
But Grandpa didn't mind.
He listened to the stories
She heard on the party line.


"Suzette is soon expecting,"
I heard her telling him.
"She's hoping for a girl this time
But feels the chance is slim.


Now, Myrtle's son is drinking
And Wesley's running 'round.
Marie is making plans to leave.
She's got tickets on Greyhound.


Now, Gilbert, we have got to pray
For God will surely hear."
There was always one need or the next
That came through Grandma's ear.


"Ole Charlie lost his every cent
In some sort of get rich scheme.
Now, Gilbert, you bring them a hen
And a mess of turnip greens.


Don't give them any reason why.
You don't have to say a word."
God once worked through a party line.
Through things my Grandma heard.

Huggs in Him,
Doris Jacobs-Covington

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