There was a funeral today for a sweet family member at my church. And since the bulk of my heartfelt writing energies were invested in preparing a short message for the service, I share it with you as well.
ODE TO PAUL
What in the world can I even say,
As we gather to honor Paul on this Saturday.
Paul was around at almost the beginning,
Even then he knew when he saw a good thing.
“I was the original drummer!”, he would say,
When drumsticks were lost often, back in that day.
Paul was messy, but Paul was sweet,
Even though he was no longer on his feet.
He served with a smile and sometimes a snore,
Yes, there were a few Sundays he fell asleep at the door.
He had lots of ideas for us, the church staff,
And a few practical jokes, the man loved to laugh.
Paul would have grand schemes for all to carry out,
Though sometimes his plans were not well thought out.
But Paul was positive regarding anything new,
Especially when it gave him something to do.
He would embrace the latest changes with a smile,
Not only would he help, but then go the extra mile.
This little round man signed up for everything,
What he lacked in skill, he made up for in attempting.
His heart was always in the right place,
But a mess he tended to make, no matter the space.
Cooking, parking, greeting, and softball, too.
There was not a task anywhere he would not do
Almost daily, the church office received a call
He was caring about people, his church crowd, after all.
He was always on Team Suncoast, a most loyal fan,
Paul was faithfully a servant among his fellow man.
He loved everything about his family the most.
He will be surely missed by them, and by all of us at Suncoast.