I Want To Be Like Grandpa I stood beside an open grave, One cold December day, And thought about the life he lived, The man being buried that day. There was no doubt in anyone's mind, Exactly where Grandpa stood: We knew the things he believed in, He was righteous, true, and good. He lived his life by the Bible, And practiced what he preached, So that even when we buried him, Many other souls were reached. He never had to stop and ponder, Whether something was wrong, or right, God said it, and that settled it, Grandpa believed it with all his might. When I kissed him goodbye that last time, I knew, down deep in my heart, Grandpa was with his Lord and Savior, And even death can't keep us apart. And it made me stop to wonder, When my life on earth is o'er, Will my family know for sure, That I've gone to meet my Lord? I want to be just like Grandpa, And walk the Christian way, So at the end, my family will know, We'll meet up in heaven, someday. © 2010 by Kathryn Brandon. All rights reserved. This poem is my own original work, and may not be copied or used in any way without permission.