Her aging hands are folded, as she sits there in her chair.
Another day has came and gone, and no one seems to care.
The years passed by oh so slowly, Her heart is filled with pain.
Oh, what she would give to go home and see them once again.

Her name has been forgotten, the months have turned to years.
Inside she'd died a thousand times just waiting for someone.
Someone is there to see her, she quitly waits inside,
He gently beckons to her, His arms are opened wide.

She wanted to see Him, she called to Him each night.
The emptyness has disappeared, for now He holds her tight.
The nursing home is silent, no ailing voices call.
No med carts, pills or nurses, no wheelchairs in the hall.

Her aging hands are folded, the Grace of God she's known.
With eyes closed in restful sleep, He's came to take her home.