FAVORITE SONGS
OF GRANDMA STEINER
A selection of songs which were very special to Grandma Steiner.
The song playing on this page was one of Grandma's favorites also,
"What A Friend We Have In Jesus", and was played during her funeral.
(We wish to thank James R. Steiner the following)
My Mothers songs she used to sing around home
(from) Edith to my family who cares
HOMELESS CHILD
'No home' 'No home' plead a little girl at the door of a rich mans home as she trembling stood on the polished steps and leaned on the Marble walls.
Her dress was thin and her feet were bare and the snow had covered her head, Oh give me a home she pleadingly said, a home and a piece of bread, My father, alas I never knew, tears dimmed her eyes so bright, My mama sleeps in a new made grave, Tis an orphan who begs tonight.
The night wore on and the midnight came the rich man closed his door, and his proud lips curled as he said "No home or bread for the poor. I must freeze then she cried as she sank in the snow and strove to cover her feet, with her old torn gown all covered with snow,
yes covered with snow and sleet.
The night wore on past the midnight hour, The drifting snow still fell, and the earth seemed wrapped in a wounding sheet, that fell like a funeral knell. the rich man lay on his velvet couch and dreamed of his silver and gold while the little girl lay on the polished steps and murmured so Cold, "Oh so cold"
The night wore on and the morning came, the little girl still lay at the rich mans door, but her soul had fled to the realm's above where there's a home and bread for the poor.
No hungry or cold person was ever turned from her door.
SOLDIERS LITTLE BOY
The snow was fastly falling The night winds loud and when a poor little boy was come up to a rich lady's door and there spied at a window so high which filled his heart with joy. for mercy sake, some pity on me take, I am a soldiers poor little boy. My mother died when I was born, my father was killed in ;the war and a many a mile on his old knapsack he carried his poor little boy. The lady arose from her window so high and opened to him her door saying come you in my own dear son you never shall want any more my own dear son was in the battle slain he was my joy and pride and as long as I live a shelter will I give to a soldiers poor little boy
FISHER MAIDEN
To a little seaside village, came a youth one summer day, just to spend a short vacation that was all, there he met a fisher maiden, and to while the hours away, at her cottage everyday he raised to call and the maiden learned to love him and she thought he loved her too, in the village in the village by the sea, she was happy as could be, like a bird her heart was light and free, when one day there came a letter and with breaking heart she read just these simple word's "Good-by I'm going home now the moon's shines not so bright, for she is all alone to night, in the cottage by the sea.
Just a year ago that summer to the village by the sea, to the cottage, came the youth, so young and free, he had came to beg forgiveness for he'd learned to love her too, just how dear he did not know until far away, and her father came to greet him as he knocked upon the door, and together through the church yard they did roam, her father pointed to a grave mound said she bade, me say to you, just the simple words Good by, I'm going home
Don't speak words of love you do not mean
MY DADS SONG
I wandered alone in the darkness not a ray of light could I see
And I wondered if Christ the redeemer had power to save a poor sinner like me.
I am lowest of those that love him
I am weakest of those who pray
but when the dear Savior shall bid us come in I know he'll not say to me
Now for I wondered in dark lonely hour's
and a voice seemed to whisper to me
saying Christ the redeemer has power to save a poor sinner like thee
In a restaurant just round the corner
A crowd of young fellows were carousing
To them life seemed cheerful and gay
But at the very next table was seated
a girl whose life had fallen to shame
How the young fellows sneered at her wickedness
till they heard an old woman exclaim
don't sneer at her words fierce and bitter
don't laugh at her shame or downfall
But for a moment just stop and consider
some man was the cause of it all.
At the old church just around the corner
the people all gathered one day
the parson was preaching the funeral
of a soul who had just past a way
Did the clergyman laugh at her wickedness
did he sneer at her shame and downfall
No, he asked for Gods mercy and said
she's more to be pitied than censored
she's more to be helped than dispised
for she's only a lassie who ventured
who ventured on life's stormy pathway through life
so don't sneer at her words fierce and bitter
don't laugh at her shame and downfall
but for a moment just stop and consider
some man was the cause of it all
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