"An Angels Grace"





















Charlotte Mae Glenn







1934-2008



imageDENISON - A memorial service for Charlotte Mae Glenn, 74, of Denison will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday, Nov. 29 at Friendship United Methodist Church. Rev. Beth Besterfeldt of the church will officiate. Mrs. Glenn passed away Monday, Nov. 24, 2008 at home surrounded by her loving family. Arrangements are under the direction of Dannel Funeral Home.
Mrs. Glenn was born on July 10, 1934 in Ida, Oregon to Kenneth Glidewell and Josephine Lee Glidewell.
On Jan. 1, 1955 she married James Joseph Glenn in Fresno, Calif. He preceded her in death on Feb. 22, 2008.
She was a very caring and loving daughter, mother, and grandmother. She was also an excellent cook, and everyone who enjoyed her delicious meals will have many fond memories to treasure.
She was preceded in death by her parents, two brothers and loving son-in-law, Tim Combs. Survivors include her sons Brian Glenn of Denison and Roy Allen Glenn and wife Amanda of Denison; daughter Lee Combs of Tom Bean ; brother Steven Glidewell and wife Barbara of Oregon; grandchildren Britny, Sydney, Chandler, and Maddison, all of Denison, Nicholas Glenn, Kristen Pratt and husband Ricky Sanchez, and Breanna Pratt; great-grandchildren Taylor Whitehurst Glenn of Denison, Alex Sanchez of Tom Bean, and Lexi Cervantes Sanchez; and several nieces and nephews.
The family invites you to join them at 12:30 p.m. for lunch at the church.


An Angels Grace


I didn't know how much more I could take
before falling past the edge of breaking down

Again

Just like a candle in the wind
burning out before it ends

Again and Again

Like a fire without a blaze
trying so hard to stay
now only left with the memories of
Remembering When

Again and Again and Again

May God embrace
more than those last moments I whispered in your ear
"I Love You Mom
Forever and Evermore"
and though they were only words
they are all I'll ever know

waiting for you to fly
in the tears of one final goodbye


Since the beginning of time
even when I was blind
You were always there to find
a young son trying to run away
a young man trying to find his way

and a proud man who finally understood
The beauty of Grace
in the Face
of an Angel
and the wrap of wings
where your song became ours
and we sing

as Heaven's bells toll

for a Mother
two Sons and a Daughter




  

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