Does anyone quite understand the grief children can suffer?
It may be a death, a divorce OR leaving everything familar to move away.
For myself it was loosing my grandfather not long after my father left.
The song was written by an old man simply known as 'Pop' and I listened to the words while driving home. After a visit to a friend.
|Grandad Samuel, Granny Agnes Annie.|
Hearing this dear man sing with a simple quitar accomplishment brought back memories long lost, hidden deep within the crevasses of my mind.
God keeps our tears in a bottle, None are wasted. (Psalm 56:8)
Tears stand for sorrow and with sorrow comes, learning, understanding and hopefully wisdom.
I was eight years old when my maternal grandfather passed away. The telegram explaining this was delivered to my mother. A piece of paper extinguishing a life.
How can a child fathom that? so to me it was untrue!
I often sat at the window and watched far up that long dirt road, waiting for his return.
For many years I kept this Godly man alive in my heart. I remembered the feel of his rough trousers as he crowded us grandchildren on his knee and sang. "Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world."
It took a simple tape of an old man singing for me to cry,... thirty two years later.