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by Charlie Grier at age 96 My mother was not an angel, She didn’t profess to be. But she was the grandest mother! God made her just for me! She learned it from her mother, Her mother did the same; For that’s God’s plan through the ages, Each family as it came. My mother studied the Bible. God taught her how to live — So when I came with my questions My mother had something to give. My mother loved all of her children, Six in turn were we. Each was decidedly different, But we were her family. She worked and sacrificed for us, We were her pride and joy! Nothing could shatter her love and trust In each darling girl or boy! She prayed for each of us constantly, To the God who answers prayer. She has gone on to Glory. But praise the Lord! I hope to meet her there! |