Everyone has a dad, but an Uncle Paul is not easily had 

He stood way above the rest, though his stature was far less 

When I was 5, so young and naive, I proudly bragged about his fearless deeds

When a bully sought to beat me down I had no fear, because Uncle Paul was around

We made up stories of worlds beyond, repackaged legends of years long gone 

Heroes who traveled through time and space, to share THE story of salvation and grace 

He nurtured gardens not of his own seed, when uncaring dads would fail and leave

He was never too old to wrestle and play with a childlike soul all of his days

Disciplined and strong, as man should be, yet humbled himself at night on his knees 

Praying to God for a wife and kids of his own, a blessing he sought for so long

In a still, small voice, The Lord would say, “It won’t be long, Paul. I’m on THE WAY.”

To work every morning, by the sweat of his brow, tired and weary, onward he’d plow

Uncle Paul knew his duties and the role he must play

All that he wanted was on THE WAY

Though Sam and Tom have well-known names, a crown in heaven they’ll never gain

Uncle Paul’s crown will be cast at the feet of the Ancient of Days, he so longed to meet

Don’t weep for Uncle Paul, weep for a fallen world filled with greed 

and self-focused men unwilling to intercede 

Weep for the sanctity of marriage lost, unborn babies tossed 

Is this really where we’d rather be?

So, Mom and Dad be proud of what your child has become 

The story isn’t over, but has just begun 

You never knew what Uncle Paul would be, but look, he’s a legend, a legacy

The true example of what all uncles should be

So we’ll tell the story to all who will hear, that every child needs an Uncle Paul near

You so inspire all I hope to be

‘Cause before you were uncle, you were big brother to me

So I’ll wipe away the tears, with still so much to say

I can hear you saying, “Night’s on the way! The doorbell is ringing, work while it’s day.

The war is at hand, little ones are needy,

Who will answer and stand?”

Jesus paid the price, so we can answer the call

“I’ll see ya when I see ya!” That’s Uncle Paul.

We love you, Juney!!!

To: Paul Grant Jr.

by: Chris Grant Sr.