Grandma's Angel Choir
My grandma neared her final breath
As she was laid in bed.
With all our fam’ly gathered ‘round,
These special words she said.
She said “I can see angels and
They’re waiting here for me.
Escort me home to Heaven, yes,
Is what they’ll do you see.”
She said that ev’ry one had held
A candle colored red.
As she’s going up to Heaven,
They’ll light her way she said.
As the members of the fam’ly then
Began to look around,
We could see no sign of them.
No, they could not be found.
She then began to say the names
Of ev’ry cherub there
As I sat right beside her in
That blue hospital chair.
I knew that time was coming fast
And it would be here soon.
But then the sound of singing had
Begun to fill the room.
It was the angel choir that
My grandma saw that day.
They were singing hymns of glory.
Sweet sounds in ev’ry way.
Then as she took her final breath
And tears filled up our eyes,
Our hearts were filled with sorrow, for
Our grandma dear had died.
’Twas then the sound of angels wings
Had fallen on our ears.
Though it was sad for us, you see,
My heart was filled with cheer.
For I then knew and I was glad
She’ll see unending days,
For that sweet angelic choir, yes,
Had carried her away.
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