The man will stop raking or pulling his weeds
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need
Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile
The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man
He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun
With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me
Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait
God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!
Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
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