She worked in the kitchen of Kings Cafe
Washing dishes for folks who didn't know her name
Ironed stacks of clothing off the old clothes line
Never complaining hardly a sigh
She used to pick berries in the morning dew
Snapped green beans 'till the day was thru
Fixed us our breakfast with coffee and creme
Chilled hot pudding
For lazy afternoons
Gramma Carter showed us Your love
As she pressed on thru years of strife
By doing small things in her quiet ways
We saw Your wonder and felt Your grace
Gramma always scraped just to save her pay
To gives us a bit come Christmas day
Her gifts were modest hardly cost a thing
The very best treasures we'd ever seen
Crippled hands would knit and weave
The country folklore in her tapestries
Blankets of love to grace our beds
Where we drifted away
In the sea of her love
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And when she knew her time was near
She faltered a moment in grief and fear
Then she walked on bravely to face each day
Thru her lessons of dying
We learned how to live
She took great joy and delight in You God
You were he peace and her shining light
And Your love for this woman shined thru her heart
In the small things she did
In the shadow of Your might
Gramma's smile was pure sweet joy
Her laughter a shelter from the world
Her blue eyes sparkled like twink'lin stars
Her white hair a crown to a servants heart
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