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The Storyteller - Eric L. West
(In Memory of Clyde Monk) (Titus 2:6-8 and Lev. 19:32)
(c) 1998 Eric L. West. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.
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No Capo
He was only two months older than the state of Oklahoma,
But his face would show, he'd lived a lot more life.
He could sit and rock for hours, talkin' 'bout the weather,
Or one of many mem'ries of his wife.
And the storyteller knew a time, that I have never seen,
Two world wars, covered wagons and a clumsy Model T.
But if I can draw the wisdom from the life he shared with me,
Then someday down the road, a storyteller I might long to be.
He'd go on about his farmland, how high the corn must be now,
If we'd only get a rain next week or two.
But the stories he repeated, over and over,
Were about the many people that he knew.
And the storyteller knew of men that I have never seen,
The local hero, countless farmers, and his high school baseball
team.
But if I can draw the wisdom from the life he shared with me,
Then someday down the road, a storyteller I might long to be.
He was just a simple farmer, who loved to tell his stories,
But I found in him a living testament.
To the value of a lifetime following a Savior,
Who promised us a life, more abundant.
And the storyteller knew a faith that I have never seen,
Trust in God, true contentment, and a soft humility.
But if I can draw the wisdom from the life he shared with me,
Then someday down the road, a storyteller I might long to be.
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