Preparing for Victory


Grandma's on the net again,
the kitchen's not her home.
She used to make us cherry pies,
and call us on the phone
She would talk to us for hours;
now she leaves us all alone.
We miss her homemade biscuits,
and I'll make this little bet,
If you want to contact Grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's surfing on the net,
you bet. She is surfing on the net.
We've been calling her all morning,
and we haven't got her yet.
She's on the E-mail network,
with her electronic friends.
If you want to talk to grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's getting older
and her eyes are getting dim
Her random access memory,
is half of what its been.
When Jesus calls her home someday,
She'll say I can't go yet.
He'll have to wait for Grandma,
cause she's surfing on the net.

Written by another old Grandma

"But though our outward man perish,
yet the inward man is renewed day by day."
2 Corinthians 4: 16...

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