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Song Lyrics
On my bed there lies a quilt
Just simple scraps of cloth
Pieced together randomly
Yet beautiful and soft
And that quilt is my reminder
That quilt still speaks to me
Of faith woven in the fabric
Of my grandma's legacy
Grandma's quilt is sewn with neat and tiny stiches
He life was sewn by God
She filled the quilt with cotton from her garden
But her life was filled with love
Yellow scraps of laughter
To brighten up the days
Faded glow of violet
Grandma's peaceful ways
IShades of green, the growing things
That she loved so much
Eight children and her flowers
Responding to her touch
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I hear grandma's alto voice
In the deeper blues
Singing country hymns in church
From her favorite pew
Calico from children's clothes
Like scripture that she scattered
Through every conversation
Knowing just what mattered
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© 1999 Karen and Kevin Keathley
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