Scared to go to grandma funeral

While the tree on Allen street stand tall It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god Sadly when the seasons change the leaves may fall But the tree still remain because the roots where unflawed The truth is grandma You are my heart With no permission I climbed that tree branch by branch That same tree created switches for my discipline You are the soil that created generations ahead You are the faith of a mustard seed I’m puzzled Like the book in your hands I understand god is in charge So I pray like Joseph & Moses My favorite story is Noah’s ark We don’t notice as our tears flowing down the river Flowers blossom and trees are growing bigger We owe god redemption Ms Connie Wallace is the definition Of loving someone with no conditions