Grandma Cleo Moss - Her Hands, Her Heart, Her Hymns
Her Hands, Her Heart, Her Hymns In fields where dawn would wake the earth anew, She labored by the farm, her hands well worn, In simple rooms, her early dreams were born, And music played as winds of childhood blew. She wed her love amidst a world at war, Through work and faith they built a steadfast life, With music leading both in peace and strife, Her voice would guide the hearts she cared for more. Her jello chilled, the Ding Dongs frozen neat, She gathered kin with treats and laughter there, Where hymns would rise, a melody of care, And lessons taught with hands both kind and sweet. With flags of distant lands her love displays, A legacy in hearts and hymns she stays.