Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch R.I.P

So as many of you know my amazing Grandpa Everett Leroy Small passed away last Sunday. My Grandpa was a Christian for as long as I knew him. A few weeks before he died they asked everyone at Sunday school to write down how they knew they were a Christian here is what he wrote:

I am a friend to our Savior-

Content, full trust with no hesitation

Glad to have the gift of the Holy Spirit

To guide me for the purposes He has for me

Waiting for Him to take the wedding party

To the Fathers house where He has a room for me

I have been trying and struggeling to wrote a poem about my Grandpa. Here is what I have so far come up with.

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch

But i'll miss you so much

Your smell, your laugh, your touch

I'll do my best to keep my head heald high

For this is not goodbye

I'll see you in Heaven

This I know is true

For Jesus drew a plan for both me and for you

When I look up in the sky

I'll see the brightest star

And know that you are with me

Even  from afar

As the song begins to play

With each passing day

the lyrics start to fade

Now the lyrics are self made

Like the ones you used to sing

All the smiles that they'd bring

Like you always used to say

Wouldn't want it to go to waste

But don't worry these memories won't be erased

I pray

When I enter the gates one day

That you will be there to greet me

Because only you can complete me

I will always remember

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch