Tribute to my grandfather

5/13/25 – 7/12/06

I wrote this poem for my grandfather on Father’s day while he was in the hospital.

I wrote this poem for you to tell you how I feel
that you are very special to me and that one day I hope you will
Know how much you mean to me and though I’ve sometimes let you down
I want to see your smiling face and always need you around
You have always been there for me through the toughest times
And now you are hurting and no one knows why
My heart is full of sadness to see you feel this way
You are always in my heart and every night I pray
That God will take away your pain and bring you back home
to where you belong and to never feel alone
I love you very much and I wanted you to know
that my heart is always with you where ever you may go.

by Tiffany Brown

My grandfather and me as a baby

I wrote this poem the night before his funeral and read it during the service

Today my heart is full of sadness, I’ve lost someone very dear
He was very special to me and I always wanted him near
He was always there for me though the toughest times
Then he became very sick and no one knew why
It hurt me very much to see him feel this way
He was always in my heart and every night I’d pray
That God would take away his pain and hold him in his arms
To let him feel comforted and always safe from harm
God did answer my prayers and now he’s no longer in pain
I can not wait for that glorious day when I will see him again

by Tiffany Brown

my grandfather at the beach

This hymn was requested by my grandfather to be played and sung during his funeral service.


When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
t is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

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