It's hard to believe this grown-up man
Had ever been a child,
But once he was a little boy,
With a little boy's smile.
He had a boy's curiosity,
He wondered how his toys ran,
He'd take them apart, rebuild, restart,
And they always seemed to run again.
As he grew older, he grew bolder,
And began to tackle complex things,
Eventually the word got out,
This man could mend most anything.
Carburetors or computers,
It didn't matter which,
If either had a problem,
Folks called on him to fix.
His God-given skill and talent
Were generously used,
Anyone in need, it seems,
No way could he refuse.
Though his heart was big, he used it up,
He gave too much of it away,
He cared too much, and he loved too much,
Thus his life was stopped mid-way.
Nothing left for him on earth,
He had fulfilled his job,
His apprenticeship was served,
He was ready now for God.
His new assignment up in heaven
Would be a challenge and a thrill,
Though he hated leaving loved ones,
God's love was greater still.
God had given him a call,
Heaven needed a fix-it man,
He did not know before, of course,
God was his biggest fan.
He didn't know he'd made a difference,
In this old world below,
But he did! He really did!
He just never knew it showed.