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Grandpa's Hands When burdens seemed so many, and answers seemed so few, it was grandpa who would take the time, to come and show us through. As we think of all the things he did, to help us through our pain, it breaks our hearts to know, we won't see his face again. Each time we see a picture, or hear familiar words, we'll have loving thoughts of grandpa, because grandpa always heard. And though we know that he is safe, upon another shore, it saddens us to know, that we won't see him anymore. But we will wait the promise, of God's most faithful plans, to keep us safe together, til we're back in grandpa's hands. |
Additional Notes:
I wrote this because many children are practically raised by their grandparents.
I am a grandpa, and I have an ever abundant love for each grandchild. Hopefully
they will read this when I am gone, and remember.
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