Today, they are laying my Grandma to rest.
Laying her down beside Grandpa
On a mountain
High up, where the wind whistles
Through the pines,
Laying down her sick, tired body.
Today, there was a shout,
A shout heard through Heaven,
Running on streets of gold,
A celebration.
Today, Grandma danced before her Savior
While Grandpa played his praise with his hands.
That was today.
Someday, it will be my turn.
I could not come, but my heart is with you all.
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