"The Preacher's Kid"
(In memory of Frank Gale Bennett 7/20/1939-11/1/1999)
By Phil Bennett
The preacher's kid sat in the second row and sang "Amazing Grace"
He listened to the words his Daddy spoke...still in his place.
He wondered if they listened to him speak
Why they only lived it one day a week.
Never knew how he couldn't see
That he needed him more than the sinners on Sunday.
But he was not a sinner yet, maybe he needed to be
to get what he needed from him.
In many ways, he was his hero
And he wanted to be like him and not them.
always knew he was doing the best he could
He didn't know any other way.
Still remembers the sermons he preached
He felt it and tried to live it,
but he couldn't get them to see.
"Don't you ever give up on God," he would say.
But they never listened, but he did.
And is many ways, because of him
the preacher's kid is a better man today.
