You could see her every Sunday
With her Bible in her hand
With a tiny lace handkerchief
When for God she'd take a stand
She's sing of His sweet praises
And all the Blessings she had known
Of her trust in her Savior
And of all the love He'd shown
She would start an old time Gospel song
Oh, how her voice did ring
People come from far and near
Just to hear her sing
The spirit flowed from breast to breast
And the meeting lasted long
But no one worried about the time
When Granny May sang a song
When the time then came along
For all to kneel and pray
Above all the preachers' voice
You could hear Granny May
Her tears she could not hide
When she'd start to testify
Thanking God for all her family
Naming each one with pride
A Prayer Warrior some called her
Just doing the Lord's command
Everywhere you'd meet her
For Jesus she's take a stand
The church crowd missed her quite a bit
But hadn't really bothered to see
Of why she didn't come to church
Or wonder where she could be
The Pastor took a Deacon or two
They dicided to drop by
Just to check on Granny May
And to see the reason why
They found her alone and in her bed
With her Bible by her side
She raised a tiny whithered hand
Couldn't talk much but he tried
I have sung the songs of Zion sixty years
I've prayed for my fellowman
My body's old and racked with pain
No more can I stand
But once again her voice raised
To the tune of Amazing Grace
A glow seemed all around her
And a smile crossed her face
I can see the angel's coming
Oh, was a glorious sight
I am ready for you Jesus
Then the room got very quiet
The death angel had arrived
And never left with an empty hand
He carried our Dear Granny May
All the way to Glory land
Oh what a time in Heaven
The glory bells will ring
All the angels will step back
When they hear Granny sing
~*Raylene Boggs*~ 2003
All RIghts Reserved
Written for my Grandmother Hester May
Who has gone Home to be with the Lord
