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A nine-year drought |
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Brought torrents in May |
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You had chosen what to call me |
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But were given a new name |
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Always the strong one |
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You carried on in faith |
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Broken mother, broken father |
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It was your example that made Grace fully tangible |
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Looking at your mistakes showed me what risks to take |
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Working hard to make ends meet |
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No matter what, please know you did well by me |
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Forever humble and first to forgive |
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Treating the other as family |
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Never forgetting where you've been |
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You showed us what it means to wholly live |
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Adorned with quiet strength |
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You proved that meek doesn't have to mean weak |
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Learned to show Love to all, no matter title or rank |
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While not your own, you've helped raise me |
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And for the things you've shown me |
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I could hardly offer sufficient thanks |
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Even as the sickness lingers in your blood |
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You've carried on in hope and Love |
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And even though trouble surrounds all the while |
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You've continued to greet all with a heavenly smile |
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We watched your body fade |
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But until the end, your spirit shown bright |
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Something that cancer could never take away |
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We laid hands on and prayed |
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Oh G-d, how steadfast you stayed |
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How I wish I had possessed such faith |
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Now we feel the weight of your absence |
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And it's raised some doubt and questions |
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But in memorial we'll press on |
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Because, in the end, it's all you ever wanted for your sons |
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That we might realize our dreams |
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Live life beautifully |
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To truly glean all we can from our youth |
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Letting the rest of our lives stand as proof |
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There is a point to all of this |
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To learn to love as you |