He was called up into the twilight, one which we all shall see.
He left this world with joy in his heart, finally being set free.
In life, he sat back in his favorite chair and watched the world progress,
As he took in the view, of Mount Pleasant Road, and all of God's goodness.
Like a puff of smoke from his cigarette, decades came and gone,
While he ushered in, year after year; surely, he was never alone.
Through adversities and illnesses, God held his hand each day,
And even on his worst days, his smile never went away.
Now, he can rest easy, just as peaceful as can be,
As heaven finally calls up, good 'ol R.D. McGhee.
*Dedicated to my step-grandfather R.D. McGhee. Recited at his funeral on 1/25/14.*
