Grandpa's and Sons' Faith Never Dies

Grandpa sat on the porch with his old Bible in hand,

Taught us boys about Heaven, spoke of God's promised land.

The scent of the pine and the creak of that chair,

Felt the weight of his wisdom, love hung in the air.

Grandpa's and sons' faith never dies,

Passed down through the years 'neath the same Southern skies.

It's sewn in the soil and the prayers that we cry,

A bond that grows stronger, no reason to ask why.

Down by the river, where the waters run deep,

We’d kneel in the silence, make promises to keep.

By the flicker of firelight, God felt so near,

His lessons stay with us; his voice, I still hear.

Grandpa's and sons' faith never dies,

Passed down through the years 'neath the same Southern skies.

It's woven in the hymns and the tears that we dry,

A light through the darkness, like stars in the sky.

Now I see my own boy, with dirt on his hands,

Carving a life, just as Grandpa once planned.

He looks to my eyes, asking if love stays true,

I tell him, "Son, faith'll carry you through."

Grandpa's and sons' faith never dies,

Passed down through the years 'neath the same Southern skies.

It's there in the lullabies and whispered goodbyes,

A love everlasting, under God’s watchful eyes.