Grampa

He sits at the edge of the table in my memory
his kind face and smile
they are not quite the same as the photos I see
but I remember him all the same

He was so big and so fun and loving
always there and close

I am sad to think the memories are so fuzzy
but I know he has gone to see the One I serve

My main thought that comes when I think of that man
is the questions I have that I'm sure he could answer
I think of the times he would have spurred me on
the times we would have talked for hours and hours

A great man indeed, a formidable mountain
he taught the Word in a difficult era
and was mocked by the world for his efforts
but I know that God smiles on his name

One day I hope to see him again
not that I know the nature of heaven
The One that I serve knew and knows him
and for that I am thankful

This great man's mentor is my own as well
we serve the same almighty
his time was too quick and a vivid reminder
that my own time may pass before I consider

I'm sure he'd be proud, that is what they say
but secretly I know, there is no doubt