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Logan Lynn Smith...

MOM
He’s gone now
But that’s really O.K.
Dad needed to see him
So God called Lynn away.

For the first time since falling
Into that long winter’s sleep
Lynn’s eyes are now open
His voice strong and deep.
He calls out “Hey Frankie”
And Dad stops his chore
Rushes over to greet him
They embrace – like before.

Your Mother and Father
Quickly rush to his side
“Our son has now joined us!”
“Together” they cried.

In the background stands Jesus
A smile on His face
He speaks soft and gentle
Lynn, “You’ve finished the race.”
“I know of the good deeds
As through life’s journey you roamed’
Driving truck, helping others
Now it’s payday, welcome home!”

Our tears mix with memories
Our hearts fill with love
Since Lynn joined the circle
With loved ones above.
Eye’s twinkling, face lifted
Loud laughter, long stride.
Boyhood memories remind me
Of his independence and pride.

As a man I respected
And will till the end
This man of compassion
My uncle, my friend.


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By Gary F. Hartman , Ed.D – July, 1983

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