Grandma has gone home to be with the Lord now. 
She left her Bible, a stronger testimony than the sweat on her brow

The Bibles cover is torn and tattered from much use
Its pages are wrinkled and worn; some have even come loose 

Every time I hold her Bible, I feel her spirit in my hand
She and God's Word became one. 
How this happened is difficult to understand

I know she is at rest in God's Love 
A promise God sent from above

I cannot bring her back from the dead
I can go  meet her if I look ahead

God's son Jesus promises me eternal life
If I ask him in, I will certainly live with less strife 

November 29, 2022
Mark Waldrop