I have a little treasure chest
and only one thing is inside.
It’s a very special treasure
and I found it at low tide.
To me it’s really special.
I call it my grateful stone.
It showed me prayers work.
It’s a sign I’m not alone.
My grampa had a heart attack
while we were at the beach.
He lives so far away,
so far away and out of reach.
Mommy had her cell phone
and the doctors called her there.
When I saw my mommy cry,
I knew I had to try a prayer.
I closed my eyes and talked to God.
Please let Grampa be okay.
Don’t let Mom lose her Daddy
‘cause we can’t get there, no way.
When I opened up my eyes
and looked down on the ground,
I saw a shiny little stone,
smooth and white and oh so round.
I put it in my pocket
and I rubbed it two whole days,
praying Grampa would get better
if only God could find a way.
Then mommy’s cell phone rang.
They said Grandpa could go home...
That's why I have a treasure chest.
It's for my grateful stone.
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