Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth and the Life!

My Grandpa Summerville died in 2004, and I wrote this poem for him right before he passed away.   I don’t write poems very often and when I do, I usually need a major inspiration.   Knowing that we have the hope of seeing Grandpa again in heaven gave me the inspiration to write this one.   Knowing that he is in heaven with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is a most encouraging thought! As Christians/believers in Christ, not only do we get to be with our God forever, we get to be with those loved ones who died in Christ forever as well!  I also like to think of life eternal in terms of these verses from Hebrews 12.

^“1Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. ²Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. ³Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”

Black and White Pictures

Black and white pictures tell of life’s trials, of hopes and dreams, of the past, present and the future,

Of memories, tears and smiles.

A black and white picture, a young family of four,

my great grandparents, so fresh and young, already have slipped through the hourglass of life, departing through heaven’s door.

Time is so precious, it flies by so fast

Life like an hourglass slips away,

and my heart ever hopeful rests on this thought each day,

“Only one life to live, twill soon be past,

Only a life that’s lived for Christ will last.”

From that black and white picture, two young children squirmed, so innocent and mild, a great-aunt and my grandpa, what ever happened to that child?

Before anyone could blink an eye,

my Grandpa has grown old, gray and withered and now is ready to die.

I am sad but happy, knowing that soon, into his Savior’s arms he will fly.

Then he will have life with no aches or pains, no tears of sadness,

Then he will forever worship our Lord Jesus with a heart full of gladness.

A black and white picture filled with vibrant young soldiers, in the corner, Grandpa’s young and handsome face.

A war they fought, and with their precious lives,

freedom was bought.

Today the picture is incomplete, too many blank spots to count, and that face in the corner is fading away, soon to leave another blank space.

A black and white picture, another family filled with tears and joys,

Grandpa and Grandma and two young boys,

A good father and husband he did his best to be,

Running life’s race, trying to keep in sight his goal, the Lord,

Soon he will pass through the finish line cord

Grandpa’s life race is nearly complete, a race that everyone must take,

‘Tis a race not all complete,

Only with Christ by one’s side can one unlock chains of defeat,

and by His strength, the finish line meet.

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