To Be A Servant

Called to be a Servant--just to bear the Master's name.
Sent to preach the Gospel, Have God's blessing, share God's shame.

Forsaking all he went, where the Master bid him roam,
Forsake, still forsaking, When our Master called him home.

In this grave we lay him, 'till the resurrection dawn,
The Dead In Christ Shall Rise, God will claim his very own.

We miss him, we miss him, From this earth he has release,
Gone, but not forgotten--may his soul now rest in peace.

In Memory of Ed Coenock