Green Beans in your Apron

This is a poem I wrote in memory of my "Papa and Granny." Papa always worked in his garden and grew apple trees; and Granny always worked hard preparing some of the best meals I have ever eaten. She would wear an apron, and the green beans I mention in the poem are the ones that had just been collected from the garden. Mealtime was always a time to gather with family, and friends were always welcome too. The seed I mention in the poem is the Word of God and the Bible was worn out - not from misuse, but from constant use. Papa lived to be 94 years old.

Green beans in your apron on a summer day,
Bread dough in your wooden bowl - the biscuits for this day.
Apple pies are baking; the coffee's on to boil.
Papa's outside digging putting seeds into the soil.

Though these are not the only seeds that were planted there that day.
The seeds you planted in my heart are still growing here this day.
God told you to plant them, and He would make them grow.
You did the things He told you because you loved Him so!

What grace the Savior showed me to let me hear His voice
through a worn out, tattered Bible and Papa was His choice.
These memories are sweeter as each day passes by,
And now I finally realize I saw Jesus in your eyes.

You lived each day to serve Him, and you did this faithfully.
How thankful I did witness how one's life ought to be:
Giving, caring, sharing - leaving self behind,
So others could see Jesus and not be left behind.

Granny told us not to waste our time going to her grave,
or spend our money on flowers - that money we could save.
"I will not be there," she said, and I knew that was true.
She was going home to Jesus and I wanted to go there too!

These were two simple people - not rich in human eyes,
But imagine them in heaven - I know we'll be surprised!