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My Grandmother was the OneLord, my grandmother was the one who introduced you to me many years ago As a child visiting her home was glorious because she let me know that you are real, you love me, and go with me, where ere I go She was right, and I miss her, please let her know. Lord, my grandmother was the one I saw praying to you each night She's the one that assured me trusting you everything would be alright All through the years I've never forgotten the sweetness of her smile She helped me know, living a life for Jesus is worthwhile. Lord, my grandmother has gone now to be with you, please tell her I remain true Tell her I look to you from whom all blessings flow, please let her know My grandmother was the one who taught me to pray and follow the straight and narrow way She told me troubles were along the road but Jesus would help carry the load Someday I hope to see your face in your promised land Tell my grandmother that someday I'll be coming that way Together forever we shall be Lord, will you tell her for me? Norma 1975 copyright 2003/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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