Dear Lord, save a place for Grandma
when it's her time to go.
She's been a loving person
and a kind and gentle soul.
She hasn't had it easy here,
she's worked hard all her life;
But I've never heard Grandma complain,
through all her toil and strife.

I'm sure you'll recognize her
when you see her at your gate;
She has a little trouble, Lord,
standing up real straight.
Her hair once black, now silver;
lines etched upon her face,
Now tell her whole life story
of unselfishness and grace.
 

 
So save a place for Grandma, Lord,
she doesn't need much room.
  I see her growing tired and weak
and I know she'll be there soon.
  And although it's hard to give her up
because we love her so;
Knowing she's in Heaven, Lord,
will help ease the sorrow.

So save a place for Grandma, Lord,
cause she deserves the best.
Give her a fluffy snow white cloud,
to lay her head and rest. 
Cover her with a soft blue blanket
made from the sky above
And cradle her in Your arms
with Your undying love.

 Judith A. Savoree
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  In loving memory of my Grandmother
 Mary Lillian Brummet



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