Amazing Grace we all sing.
How sweet the sound.
How sweet was her sound.
The Grace of a thousand angels.
Emulating the very beauty of Grace.
The way it must have sounded when the Heavens opened.
Opened to welcome her home.
It must have sounded like that night so long ago.
Her favorite song comes on to let us know she is home.
To have heard the songs of rejoicing.
One of Gods children welcomed home.
So long she fought, she cried, she tried.
A loving wife.
A devoted mother, full of Grace, patients and love.
Doing all she could with what she could.
A sniffle or a cold.
She didn’t need to be told.
Home made chicken noodle.
Seemed to simple.
When the cupboards were empty.
Rice pudding for plenty.
Always a provider.
With the Grace of God inside her.
A pillar of strength and faith for her family around her.
Now she stands as she was in the photograph of days past.
Watching over us, guiding us.
Until we are together at last.
This was a piece I wrote for my grandma Grace that passed away a few years ago. Not the one who passed this year.
G also stands for Gigantic migraine! Which I have right now! I will read everyone’s G post’s tomorrow when my brain isn’t trying to explode! 🙂 Good night and God bless!