Weary Traveler Come Home...
Jesus took Grandpa's hand and lead him Home as his children sang
"Take my Hand, Precious Lord"...
When my way growth drear, precious Lord linger near,
When my life is almost gone;
Hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall;
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
When the shadows appear, and the night draweth near,
And the day is past and gone;
At the river I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand;
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
I am so thankful that for 6 years I could call him Grandpa too...he always made me feel like a real Grandchild...even though I was just an in-law.
We love you so much Grandpa! It's hard to say good-bye, but we know God has called you...to Peace...Rest...and to your Heavenly Home.
You will be missed...
He was loved...there is no doubt...
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