GRANDPARENTS

Dear Lord, my mother’s parents were special.
I asked to live with them when I was small,
and I didn’t get along with my father.
Grandpa built houses, and when we walked along
he would point and say, “That is the house that Jack built,”
though his name was John or “Johan” in Swedish.
When Grandpa and I walked along Main Street,
we would stop in front of the Farmers and Mechanics Bank,
and he would say, “That is a good bank.
It didn’t go out of business during the Depression.”
When he had cement poured for the front walk,
he had me put my hand print in it.
I wonder if it’s still there.
Lord, Grandpa was my hero.
He loved me when I was little.
Thank you Lord, for loving grandparents.  Amen.

Psalm 112:1-2
Praise the Lord!  Happy are those who fear the Lord, who greatly delight in his commandments.  Their descendants will be mighty in the land; the generation of the upright will be blessed.

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