Theron's Fingerprints
Stolen from this world
on a bleak and stormy night.
Gunshots rang out and took your life
and delivered you to God’s sight.
Even as a small child
you touched each life you crossed.
As you grew into a man
our respect you never lost.
Like your father, you became a fireman.
Your life directed to serve and protect.
Even in your personal life you followed the code,
it was his anger you tried to re-direct.
Theron, you’ve left your fingerprints
on each and every heart.
You are loved and missed by so many,
even to those lives you played a small part.
Gathering to say our good-byes,
so many memories were recalled and tears shed.
Like your firemen brothers that came to Christ.
They watched as nightly you read your bible in bed.
Your Mom and Dad…oh how they miss you.
Their hearts are shattered with loss.
Each day a battle, each court date a nightmare,
but with joined hands, these bridges they’ve crossed.
Even on this earth you were an angel.
Your wings you kept hidden from all.
Walking among us, blessing our lives,
‘til the day you answered the Lord’s call.
So spread your wings, dear sweet Theron,
and soar the heavens above.
We still have your fingerprints
on our hearts that you touched with love.
Author = IAmShePoet
These are a few little notes Theron had for his parents thru his life...he is missed greatly.
Dear Santa, How have you been? How have your reindeers been? This is Theron Gray. How old are you? I am good. And Hurt. I got hurt by a jump rope for no reason.
I want a drum and a E.T. Cartridge. I want a guitar and a microphone. And a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader poster and a church suit. I am going to give you a brownie. Thank you, Santa.
Dear Mom - I love you always everyday and I love you pretty Mama and Dearest Mama.
Dear Dad - I love you very, very much. I think you are the best Dad in the whole world. P.S. You better remember this.
They like you have come here
Instead show them the pride they need
Listen to the rifles
Listen to the music
Forget me not my brothers
Do not think that I have left you
Feel sad not for me brothers
As you form your trail so blue
Stand tall and proud as one allowed
To let my family through
To see me on my way
So wipe your tears and dry your eyes
Your sadness fade away
As over me they stand
For danger was our way of life
When others safety was at hand
As they sing out loud as one
And even though they are meant for me
I salute you back each one
Of TAPS as it now plays
For it marks I am still with you
But now in other ways
As I watch over you
And when your final bell has rung
I shall be back for you
For that is not the case you see
As now I hold a spot for you
And the good Lord waits with me.
Author: Douglas Q. Plew
