Wore sweaters and tight fitting jeans;
And sat in the hot tub most nights of the year,
Of his neighbors that lived down the street.
He loved Christmas time and all holidays,
Watched movies till 2 in the morn,
And smoked a good pipe and drank a cheap beer,
Ate goodies like flavored popcorn.
His voice was like a rickety truck,
His laugh like the trucks first crank.
His hair was thin, his mustache not,
His body was not very lank.
His kids loved him so, and so did his wife,
His dog and his kitty cat too;
He'd come to my house, we'd build a good fire,
And sit and enjoy a good brew.
We'd talk for hours about jobs and places,
Our homes away back east.
About love on earth and after death,
And wives of whom we're pleased.
He was here last week and then he left
For greater things out there,
What lies beyond this death covered earth
He may even now have hair.
Is he climbing a mountain or humming a song?
Or soaking in a hot tub?
Or wearing a sweater or talking with Jesus?
Or in a celestial pub?
Or walking by rivers or climbing a tree?
Or working a job just for Him?
Or sitting and thinking of wonderful things?
Or running or taking a swim?
I do wish I knew and one day I will,
For now I just hope and I wait.
Of love I can't fathom, adventures beyond,
The lack of all guilt, worry, hate.
So here's to the guy who we knew as Guy,
Death came just like we knew.
We won't escape either, there's no one who has;
I'm scared but I do know the truth.
That Jesus did die then rose up again,
His body was made brand new;
And one day the heavens, the earth, and our bodies,
Will be made brand new again too.
Without the sickness, or sorrows, or death,
We'll work and we'll live and we'll love;
And need for nothing and want for less,
We'll see you again soon enough.
