| 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 |