And although it is sad,
We cannot grieve this day.
His arms and legs now stay,
In Gods miraculous way.
Life in greatness it is true,
My grandpa was a real man.
Sturdy of his talk,
And scruffy like a can.
Neither life nor death,
Has a real name,
But I find it lurking,
In the depth of my brain.
I think about it often,
The way we leave this earth.
It's bothersome at times,
But brings back life and birth.
Our life is but a fraction,
Of eternity in His land.
And we cannot mourn,
For the dead beneath the sand.
In joyous praise we raise,
And live forevermore,
In wonder of the Holy,
And where one day we'll soar.
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