A Favorite of Mine

Grandma used to sing in church. Oh how I do miss her. I can still hear her voice and see her in her heels and dress singing her heart out to God.

I dreamt of her the other night and she gave me a hug. One of the best ones in a while that I've received.

I can only imagine how she sounds now singing daily praises to God. Heaven is sweeter because she's there. Until it's my time to go, I'll keep my sweet memories and hopefully get to see her in my dreams again.


HE WILL MAKE A WAY SOME HOW


I

I AM ON THAT HEAVENLY HIGHWAY, LEADING TO THAT LAND ABOVE.
ALL THIS WORLD I HAVE FORSAKEN, JUST TO SERVE THE ONE I LOVE.
WHEN MY WAY GROWS ROUGH AND ROCKY, LOW BENEATH THE CROSS I BOW
THEN I HEAR HIM WHISPER FEAR NOT, I WILL MAKE A WAY SOME HOW.

II

WHEN MY FRIENDS MISUNDERSTAND ME, AND REFUSE TO SHAKE MY HAND.
SATAN TELLS ME I'M A FAILURE, IT'S THEN I FIRMLY TAKE A STAND.
JESUS SAID THAT HE'D BE WITH ME, AND WILL ANSWER EVERY CALL.
HE WILL PUT HIS ARMS AROUND ME, AND HE WILL NOT LET ME FALL.

CHORUS

SOMETIMES I GET SO TIRED AND WEARY, AS I JOURNEY ON MY WAY.
AND MY FAITH BEGINS TO FAIL ME, IT'S THEN I STEAL AWAY AND PRAY.
I GET A LITTLE GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN, WHILE AT HIS FEET I HUMBLY BOW
THEN I HEAR HIM WHISPER FEAR NOT, THE LORD WILL MAKE A WAY SOMEHOW.