The day began as any other,

How could we have known.

God had waited long enough,

He was ready to take her home.

As we went about our normal day,

God set His plan in motion

To wisk her swiftly away

It was not by mere notion.

He had lent her to us

As long as he could,

He loved her too,

So our grief he understood.

Not only Granny,

 but Aunt Chunk too,

Two lovely ladies

We shouldn’t be blue.

For quick as a wink,

Both were gone

To our Savior’s side

Being welcomed home.

As tears flowed down our cheeks,

And our hearts began to ache,

Granny & Aunt Chunk

Were walking through heaven’s gates.

Why now? Why this moment?

We cry out through tears.

We’re not ready to give her up-

If only we had a few more years.

And for that matter,

 what’s up with this?

Taken from us

only days before her birthday

what timing is this!

With each birth, the angels sing

As a soul is brought forth

Into this world by God’s design

To accomplish His purpose of worth.

Could it be God chose this time

Planning a heavenly celebration

For his child on her birthday

Cause she went beyond her reason for creation.

A birthday party ever so Grand

Comprehension of such

 here on earth

We are not capable to understand.

Angels making birthday cake,

Saints of all the ages,

Singing songs of her life & birth

Trumpets blowing as the party rages.

Invited to the vast celebration

Was Sister Aunt Chunk

Who had lived her life as God designed

Her purpose fulfilled with great spunk.

God knew the trip would be a journey.

Together, they took that magnificent step,

Hand in hand they met their maker

Sisters, from this world, they lep.

Now, each day is difficult

Even though we know we shouldn’t

Had we not loved her so,

Her passing, bother us, it wouldn’t.

We were not invited

To her heavenly birthday party.

The reason is, our purpose here

On earth is not completed.

We still have work to do

To fulfill God’s design,

To do what we were put on earth

To accomplish for Jesus Christ.

Although our hearts are still heavy,

We thank the Lord above

That He blessed us with Granny

To know, hug and love.

Written by Denise Bradberry

For her son-in-law, Brad Herrin

 Who lost his grandmother

(& Great Aunt)

in a firey Car Crash

September 2^nd, 2004