These Sweet Sunday Mornings
when week days are done
and families are joining
to meet everyone.
It's just me and You, Lord.
My family is gone.
what else can I be, Lord?
How can I go on?
My children have children
and they are now grown.
My children's own children
have children their own.
So what happens now, Lord?
I patiently wait.
I'm no longer Grandma.
I'm Grandma the Great.