Grandpa Luke

 By A C Hayes

 We could always count on you for hugs and kisses

The day you got saved you didn’t walk, you ran to the altar

No one can cook fish the way you did

You always had a story to tell

You were a fighter

You said you wanted to go home

So God hung the last shingle on your mansion

Put out the welcome mat

He opened His arms and said,

“Welcome home son, your journey is complete”

You are in a place where pain, tears, and sickness do not exsist

A place where the fishing is bountiful and the fish stories are glorious

It is not good-bye, only see you later

We love you, Grandpa

We will miss you more and more each day

Our hearts are breaking, but we will see you again someday