My Father's Journey

My father is no longer here on this earth.
He is enjoying the fullness of his rebirth.
His toils and labors in this life are complete.
He is worshipping at his Savior's feet.

My father was an usher, greeter, and trustee.
He had a heart of compassion for others, you see.
For years, his car was full of people every Sunday.
It was "God's car" to those who didn't have a way.

In later years, he was a greeter and never did fully retire.
But illness took its final toll and rearranged his desires.
When a customer found out he had died,
She broke down in tears and cried.

During his final illness, he knew his time was almost through.
He would ask strangers, "Do you know my Savior, too?"
Even in the hospital, he would make this message known.
So others would ponder if Jesus was on their heart's throne.

Everyone who knew my father would always say,
He would gladly help anyone, going out of his way.
That was who he was, God's servant in word or deed.
He loved being around people, especially those in need.

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