For Grandma
God saw her getting tired
And cure was not to be
So he put his arms around her
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched her
And saw her pass away
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
And cure was not to be
So he put his arms around her
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched her
And saw her pass away
Although we loved her dearly
We could not make her stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
♠ ♠ ♠
I did not write this. I don't know who did. But it's about my grandma, I'm sure. I loved her, and I miss her so much.So this is for her.