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My grandmother's bible held a single pressed flower inside
A rose from the day when her Sara was born and then died
Although she knew where she was, she would always feel lost

Never got past the eighth grade there was no time for school
Without any envy or anger she followed this rule
Everyday earn your keep, until you lay down to sleep

Chapter and verse gave comfort
And kept despair at bay
She knew her days were numbered
But those favorite lines gave her peace of mind
Each night

Slowly but surely her vision was destined to fail
I don't think I'd ever seen anyone looking so frail
When you have no defense you let the Lord give you strength

Chapter and verse gave comfort
And kept despair at bay
She knew her days were numbered
But those favorite lines gave her peace of mind
Each night

When they found her her hands were together clasped under her head
A gentle soul taken; is this the beginning or end?
Did she finally see light as she passed in the night?

Chapter and verse gave comfort
Kept despair at bay
She knew her days were numbered
But those favorite lines gave her peace of mind...
Each night