Grandkids Poem to Passed Grandpa: In the Bosom of the Lord
We miss you so much there are no words to tell.
The day you left us our little hearts fell.
Oh grandfather, no one knows why God has called you home that day.
We just know that we miss you, more and more each and every day.
But we know that for you the angels have struck a chord.
As your soul is comforted in the bosom of the Lord.
You were not just a grandfather, but also our playmate.
A good husband, a good father and a man of faith.
You had little, but you gave us your all.
But now the pearly gates have opened, and you answered that call.
Grandpa, if there was something we could say to bring you back you would have been here today.
But our love for you will never end, in our hearts forever you will stay.
Now you will add a new glow in heaven, a spark for all to see.
That a beautiful soul is where it ought to be.
And then we look, we listen as the angels strike a chord
And forever you will be, in the bosom of the Lord.
© 2018 Clive Williams