Grandma

She sits in the day room
Mid garlands of flowers
Sits and she reads there
For hours and hours
Sometimes she touches
Her old wedding ring
She keeps by her heart
On an old piece of string
She doesn't have much
To do in a day
Her children are grown
Her friend's gone away
Her heart is still full
Though she is alone
But something inside knows
She'll soon be at home
She thinks of the man
Who was love of her life
Her memories are clear of when
She was a wife
She thinks of the love
She shared with one man
She has no regrets
The Bible that sits on the
Chair by the bed
Has never been idle
It's always been read
It's been the guide
The course of her life
Living and active
And sharp as a knife
Her constant companion
As she's run the race
It's seen her through every
Trial that she's faced
Now that she's come
To the crossroad of life
Her treasure's in heaven above
She's never seen London or
Traveled to France
She wouldn't have gone there
If she'd had the chance
So happy to be where she
Knew she belonged
She just danced in place
Many things in her life
She did not understand
But she always knew
She was safe in His hand
Constantly, fervently seeking His face
He would always hear
Once again she is a sweet blushing bride
Now that she's passed to the other side
She's entered the gates
She stands by His side
She's seen His face
They came in great numbers
They all gathered round
Many whose lives will be jewels in her crown
They stand by the casket and
Slowly look down
They know she's finally home