He was the Gentle Giant,
His voice was like soft thunder.
His Hands, strong enough to lift up the fallen,
Yet gentle enough to hold the smallest child.
He was the Gentle Giant,
His children were yours and mine.
He towered over them with great height,
And cast a shadow of deep love.
He was the Gentle Giant,
His face chiseled from stone,
His outward appearance intimidating,
But his heart was molded from pure gold.
He was the Gentle Giant,
And sometimes giants fall,
But in his wake he left
Waves of love to last for generations.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
He was the Gentle Giant,
His voice was like soft thunder.
His Hands, strong enough to lift up the fallen,
Yet gentle enough to hold the smallest child.
He was the Gentle Giant,
His children were yours and mine.
He towered over them with great height,
And cast a shadow of deep love.
He was the Gentle Giant,
His face chiseled from stone,
His outward appearance intimidating,
But his heart was molded from pure gold.
He was the Gentle Giant,
And sometimes giants fall,
But in his wake he left
Waves of love to last for generations.
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