Ren's Pen
Grandma
Sometimes it is hard to see you this way
But I want you to know I always pray
Seeing you go through suffering and pain
One day with Jesus you will reign
I saw your hair turn from black to gray
And watch as your hearing slipped away
Then one day you could no longer walk
And I remember how we loved to talk
Your smile has turned into sorrow
Wondering if you will remember tomorrow
Taking it slow one day at a time
At times wondering if your losing your mind
Now your memory has started to fade
Your verly hanging on each and every day
They have no cure for your disease
But one day Grandma you will be free
The days are coming you will walk on gold
And you will have Jesus hand to hold
No more sorrow or pain in your face
When you enter into His place
But I want you to know I always pray
Seeing you go through suffering and pain
One day with Jesus you will reign
I saw your hair turn from black to gray
And watch as your hearing slipped away
Then one day you could no longer walk
And I remember how we loved to talk
Your smile has turned into sorrow
Wondering if you will remember tomorrow
Taking it slow one day at a time
At times wondering if your losing your mind
Now your memory has started to fade
Your verly hanging on each and every day
They have no cure for your disease
But one day Grandma you will be free
The days are coming you will walk on gold
And you will have Jesus hand to hold
No more sorrow or pain in your face
When you enter into His place
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