My Dad

He couldn't speak before a crowd;
   He couldn't teach a class;
But when he came to Sunday School
   Be brought the folks en masse.

He couldn't sing to save his life,
   In public couldn't pray;
But always his jalopy was just
   Crammed on each Lord's day.

And although he couldn't sing,
   Nor teach, nor lead in prayer,
He listened well, he had a smile,
   And he was always there.
With all the others whom he brought
   Who lived both far and near -
And God's work prospered, for
   I had a consecrated dad.

Source:
The weekly bulletin for the Park Avenue Church of Christ, Memphis, TN, June 21, 1987, p. 1.