I'm Home

 Tragedy struck Spring Creek when a 28 year old father of two darling girls died in a car wreck. We held his memorial service last Saturday. We live streamed it and at last count over 3,000 people viewed that service. 

This is a poem written about Tyler. His mother told me she always wanted to know when he got home. He would slip into the bedroom and whisper in her ear, "I'm home." That story prompted this poem. 

When younger, you wanted to run and to roam, 

Momma wanted to know when. you go home, 

As a man, you branched out to follow your dreams, 

Just 28 years old - how the time flies it seems, 

A personality as large as Texas - much bigger than life, 

Your tragic premature death is cutting deep like a knife, 

Questions linger as everyone wants to know the why, 

You, so young and filled with hopes had to go and die, 

Your memory brings smiles followed by cascades of tears, 

Way to soon to lose a son and father at just twenty-eight years, 

O, if we could all see you now walking the streets of Glory, 

Telling everyone your amazing grace redemption story, 

In the presence of Jesus, who saved your eternal soul, 

And healed the broken places and made you all whole, 

By a faith you chose and embraced for your very own, 

Mom, Dad, Nanna, girls don't cry, I finally made it home.