Thank God For Pearl

I went to church when I was five, Sunday School, never missed. I looked over; who did I see? Well, of course, I saw Pearl teaching. Time went by and I got older, I graduated to the “big church”. I looked over, I sat on the left. Who was on the right, Pearl. Once a month, every month, Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty. Go downstairs to eat, who`s there? Right again. Pearl, with bowl in hand, always happy. Time goes by, I'm married now. It's Sunday. Church again; this time with family. I look to the right, across the aisle, and who`s there? Right again. Pearl… 1999, it's a very sad Sunday in church. My Gramzer, upfront in casket; she passed away. I stood up, turned around, I said a few words. Who do I see? Pearl, handkerchief in hand, wiping away a tear. It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time. I walk up front and once again, Looking behind me, I see... Pearl, ready to sing for Jesus. Time goes by; my whole family is with me. We're on the left, as usual. It's been 55 years since that first Sunday. I look over. Who do I see? I see Pearl once again. Pearl, I thank God for you…