Gram-ma Was and Indian...From
The Tribe, of the Cherokee
A Woman Full of Wisdom, Who
Taught Many Things to Me
A Good Christian, All Of Her Life
Serving Her Lord, Most High
Waiting Patiently for the Day
She Would Meet Him in the Sky
Then Before We Knew It, the Time
Was Drawing Near...Gram-ma Was
Getting Weak, She Would Leave Us
Soon...It Was Clear
I Sadly Watched My Gramma Fading
As She Lay Dying, in Her Bed
She Wasn't Moaning . . . Nor Bitter
She Prayed, as She Bowed Her Head
You Could Bearly Hear Her Voice
As She Thanked God . . .For Everything
She Actually Seemed a Little Anxious
For the Peace That Death Would Bring
The Room Became Dim and Quiet
Gramma...Was Lying So Very Still
While Everyone Kept Praying
Asking That "God" Do His Will
Aloud I Prayed "Lord I Love Her"
And "I Don't Want You to Take Her"
Then Looking up . . .She Smiled
Saying "Child, I'm Ready to Meet
My Maker!"
Thinking Then on What She Said
Her Faith and Courage So Strong
I Knew I Had to Let Her Go . . .
For this Meeting with Jesus
She'd Waited . . . So Long!
Ecclesiastes (3:2) "A Time to Be Born
And a Time to Die!"