Remembering Greg Isaacs

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.

Mason Swinney

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About menmourningmoments

I'm happily married, the Father of 2 sons and 2 daughters and 4 beautiful grandchildren. Death is all around us but somehow we've managed to distance ourselves from it. Men, Mourning, Moments is about how the death of my son awakened me to life & the desire to seize every moment as though it were my last. It's about making sense of life in the good times and bad and allowing GOD to carry me and teach me through the hard times in life.
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