He places his hand on the Bible.
God’s Holy words at his fingertips.
Missing all the people who have gone on.
The world looks a little lonely at times.
He remembers the time long ago.
When he was a child on his daddy’s knee.
Listening to the stories of men who were wise.
From the bible that held the bravest of heroes.
You grew up to be a man of purpose.
To help those who were in great need.
Many times you often stumbled.
But you picked yourself up to see.
When a person needed a hand.
You pitched in where you could.
Leaving a trace of joy behind.
In a dark and desperate world.
You stood by my ailing father.
Giving him brotherly love.
Showing him, the hope he needed.
To stay alive, for those who loved him.
You have always been a wonderful uncle.
Loving without passing judgments of sin.
A person who tries to find the good.
Where ever there is a lost, broken man.
Thank you for all your compassion.
I know Christ will reward you someday.
Many riches await for you in heaven.
For God sees a man that is truly great.