Greg, a husband, father, CPA,
a leader till his final day;
a warrior with a fountain pen,
no battle ever mastered him.
A heart of passion made of gold,
resolute and charming, gently bold.
Quiet, focused, a reverence seen
the type of man men long to be.
Neither life or business nor disease
could ever bring him to his knees;
complaining little, he soldiered on,
and fought with dignity and brawn.
He closed his eyes in Tennessee
and blinked and Jesus’ all he sees;
and now he’s walking streets of gold,
his blood’s been healed, his body whole.
He left behind a legacy
of friends and loving family;
he touched our lives with warmth and love,
we’ll miss his charming elegance.
We grieve as one whose read the end
and knows for sure that Jesus wins;
for death and Satan are vanquished foes
their skulls been crushed, the lake awaits.
With God a thousand years is but a day,
all thoughts and eyes on Him always,
and Greg patiently awaits that day to end
and Cindy comes to be one again.