There are very few things I believe in, and often light is hard to see on the broken road life has shown me.
"I've learned in struggle the only way out is through You must be tested before you have a testimony.
My grandfather seemed to have wrote the book and lived his life by the one on his nightstand in faded leather
From battle a world away to marrying the one he loved and raising kids No matter the storm to weather.
The ring on his finger showed what love is. The other given to a women who's hands I never saw open doors
His Bible, worn and weathered told of his faith Tested in losing more than į can imagine in age and in wars.
The man he was left shoes few could fill. But the life of faith, hope, and love. A lesson we could all learn
know it's time. But saying goodbye to the author of this closing chapter is like watching a library burn.
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