My Sister Betty

My sister Betty went to be with God in 2000
 
In those rolling hills of Rushtown
An immaculate cemetery we see
Rows of grave markers are there
On one is my sister’s name Betty

Located down along Brush Creek
Where it is peaceful and so quiet
You can smell the trimmed grass
I am sure this morning it was cut

Betty left this world to be with God
When pain became too much to bear
No longer will she ever suffer any pain
She is now under God’s tender care

I know that one day I shall join Betty
Play like kids on those streets of Gold
There we can feel and know God’s love
It’s something we don’t need to be told

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