Grand

Drivin' down Grand Avenue in her brand new Grand Prix
Just heard someone won the Grand Prize at the Grand ol' Opry
But she doesn't realize her life today is part of a grand design
She slams on her brakes, thinkin:  
           "This place is busier than Grand Central Station"

            She loves the Grand Canyon
            She plays a grand piano
            She loves her grandparents
            But most of all, she serves a Grand God

As she drove by she saw right there in the middle of the Grand Towne Square
     The Grand Old Flag is proudly flying right there
           She has no grand illusions about what she can't afford
                This place is more like Grand Rapids or Grand Forks

            She loves the Grand Canyon
            She plays a grand piano
            She loves her grandparents
            But most of all, she serves a Grand God

At the end of that old street again she suddenly had to stop
She saw an old homeless woman who needed some help
She got out and reached out to her, and the woman asked,
            "Why are you lending a hand to me?"
She said, "Because God has been so good and so grand to me!"

            She loves the Grand Canyon
            She plays a grand piano
            She loves her grandparents
            But most of all, she serves a Grand God

--bro. tim pickl     
Saturday April 30th , 2005 A.D.

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