Lord You reached out one night,to finally take her home,
You ended all the suffering, that her poor hearts known.
Now I can go back, to a memory my heart sees,
of my loving Grandmother, in the shadows on her knees.
With the moonlight on her cheeks, her tears always glistened, an in the darkness I sat there, I never spoke just listened.
Her gentle hands clasped together, to support her wrinkled brow,
she always prayed in Your name, never questioning why or how.
Her prayers were meek and humble, never for herself,
she prayed for each and everyone, to wake up in good health.
I don't have to question now, in Heavens where she'll be
the Angel that shes always been, for all her family.
For all the prayers she spoke each night,lovingingly to you,
taught me what real faith is, for God, I heard her to.
by...Debbie
I wrote this the night my Grandmother died, and it was read at her funeral.In Loving Memory,of Mrs.Agness Humphreys, a wonderful loving woman.We love you Grandma.August 15,1987
