Now Jesus called my grandpa Home,
   to walk those streets of gold;
To sit and chat bout all those things,
   my grandpa really knows!

There were so few and far between,
   not one a wiser man;
Yes, God Himself will find this out,
   when with my gramps He'll stand!

I see it now when gramps got There,
   he grabbed a serving plate;
To walk around to serve each one,
   to greet all Heaven's saints!

Each time I see a lightning bolt,
   or flash up in the sky;
I'll know its gramps, in his own way,
   to tell us all good bye.

So grandpa dear, we thank you now,
   all though you may be gone;
Your wisdom lives within our minds,
   your legacy lives on!