With God as Our Guide

So my Grandma Rae died on December 21, but because of the holidays we had her funeral yesterday and her burial today.  I have already dedicated a post to her, but I couldn't help but share this poem she wrote that was published in the Liahona Magazine; May 26, 1942

With God as Our Guide
Though days seem dark, and joy is gone.
And we are left all alone in despair.
Though troubles rage through endless age
And may have ceased to care.
Let our hearts express our faith and hope
As we kneel at eventide.
For though the future may seem clouded
How can we fail with God as our guide?
Let us be free from selfishness,
Cease to wear a troubled frown.
Let's spread cheer among our fellow man
Smile, let hate not get us down.
Giving thanks will bring us new courage,
As we kneel at eventide,
And the future will take on new brilliance
How can we fail with God as our guide?

Flowers from her burial

 

The most beautiful pic of my grandma (if I do say so myself)

like I always say "I love you the most, grandma."