The Best Is Yet To Come

Gramma would kneel in her garden
And her seeds there she would sow.
She'd pat them gently with her hand
And water them so they'd grow.
"Each seed," she'd say, "is a mir'cle,"
And a melody she'd hum.
She'd turn to me and then would say,
"Oh, the best is yet to come!"

"The best is yet to come for us;
God's miracle we will see.
For the best yet to come for us
God has planned for you and me."

I grew and I went off to school
And, oh, how I struggled so.
But Gramma then reminded me
Of the seeds I'd watched to grow.
She said, "The best in life takes time."
And then she'd begin to hum
The song she sang as seeds were sown,
"Oh, the best is yet to come!"

"The best is yet to come for you;
God's miracle you will see.
The best is yet to come for you;
It awaits both you and me."

Now many years have come and gone
And my gramma said, "Come near.
My time on earth will soon be o'er,
And I will be leaving here.
Remember the seeds you'd watched me sow
And the melody I'd hum.
It taught us how to trust in God,
For the best is yet to come."

"The best is yet to come for us;
We will walk the steets of gold.
The best is yet to come for us
When Lord Jesus we'll behold."

Fam'ly and friends soon gathered 'round
For Gramma's homecoming day.
They shared how she had touched their lives
In a very special way.
But when it was my turn to speak
With tears I began to hum
The song she sang when seeds were sown
"Oh, the best is yet to come!"

Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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