Grandma
She sits in the day room mid garlands of flowers
She sits and she reads there for hours and hours
Sometime she touches her old wedding ring
She keeps by her heart on an old piece of string

She doesn’t have much to do in a day
Her children are grown, her friends gone away
Her heart is still full though she is alone
And something inside knows she’ll soon be at home
She thinks of the man who was the love of her life
Her memories are clear of when she was a wife,
She thinks of the love that she shared with one man, she has no regrets

The Bible that sits on the chair by the bed
Has never been idle, it’s always been read
It’s been the guide, the course of her life
Living and active, and sharp as a knife
Her constant companion as she’s run the race
It’s seen her through every trial she’s faced
Now that she’s come to the cross road of life.
Her treasure’s in heaven above

She’s never seen London or traveled to France
She wouldn’t have gone there if she’d had the chance
So happy to be where she knew she belonged
She just danced in place
Many things in her life she did not understand
But she always knew she was safe in his hands
Her faith sometimes wavered, but never grew cold
He was always there

Once again she is a sweet blushing bride
Now that she’s passed to the other side
She’s entered the gates she’s walked to his side, she’s seen his face
They came in great numbers  they all gathered round
They passed by the casket and slowly looked down
At the fragile old shell that once held her earthbound
They know she’s finally home