It sits in a meadow not far from my house,
And as I look a few tears roll onto my blouse.
Memories flood o'er my mind like a vise
Of the Bench's creator, so living and nice.
Daily he surveyed God's beauty around
And taught me that is will always abound.
Yes, he saw God's love then passed it on.
He was my Grandpa and his legacy has dawned.