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Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time,
And loss, and things that come with living long;
But, oh, with daybreak slipped her wistful rhyme.

For though the stars may now and then align,
With flaming hands are Satan’s arrows drawn.
Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time.

It’s somber days when sunbeams do recline,
Yet there is joy, for lives to God belong.
But, oh, with daybreak slipped her wistful rhyme.

When tucked in bed (I’m sure) her heart did mime
The sorrow and the grief of all gone wrong.
Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time.

Her green eyes opened with the morning’s chime;
Daylight entered windows—gentle song—
But, oh, with daybreak slipped her wistful rhyme.

Back went the covers, she knew it was time
To rise and meet the struggles with faith strong.
Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time,
But, oh, with daybreak slipped her wistful rhyme.



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