Sunday morning in the old wood pews, watch her make her way down the aisle

Eighty-seven years of faithful living, still finds the strength to wear her smile

Time may bend her, but it won't break her spirit. Grace flows stronger than a pain

Her hands still shake, but they're raised up high, like a banner of faith against the sky

Every tremor tells a story of believing, coming, something bigger than her tries

Something bigger than her tries

Remember when the doctor told her, not much more than we can do

With every service, she's right here praising, like her heart just can't help but move

Time may bend her, but it won't break her spirit. Grace flows stronger than a pain

Her hands still shake, but they're raised up high, like a banner of faith against the sky

Every tremor tells a story of believing, coming, something bigger than her tries

Some see weakness, but I see glory. Some see age, but I see wisdom

Some see friendship, but I see courage. In every movement, every place

Her hands still shake, but they're raised up high, like a banner of faith against the sky

Every tremor tells a story of believing, coming, something bigger than her tries

Something bigger than her tries

Oh, I love you, Grandma. I love you