Grandma Sang Off Key

One of the fondest memories that I have as a child

Was of my old grandmother who was gentle meek and mild

Sunday morning always found her dressed in finest lace

Then we'd go to church and sing God's grace

Glory hallelujah that's what grandma sang

She had to be the happiest person that I've ever seen

She'd clap her hands sing a song about Jesus set her free

And the Lord didn't mind that my grandma sang off key

People used to joke about my grandma being loud

For you could hear her singing far above the crowd

Preacher Bill would laugh at her and then he'd say to me

Wish we had more people who could sing off key

Then came that final Sunday I sat in church alone

And whispered to the Lord I know You had to take her home

But I sure miss the way my grandma used to sing for me

And I really didn't mind when she sang off key

Now she's gone to heaven at last her soul's at rest

Now she's singing with the choir that has to be the best

And every Sunday I can hear the angels sing for me

But above the rest I hear one voice that's singing off key