A Tribute to Duane Clark by Philip Clark

Brother, son, father, mate and friend; Each role played well from the start to the end.

You ran the race and you ran it well; You gave of yourself, that, all could tell.

Compared to most, your skills were quite great; You made things level, you made things straight.

“That’s what I do,” you once told me; “I make things pleasing for each eye to see.”

You sought no glory; You sought no fame; Yet all who knew you will remember your name.

You approached each task without making a stir; And left things better off than they were.

And so we all gather around here today; To honor you in our own special way.

We’ll laugh and sing as you’d have us to do; To alert all the saints that you’re coming through.

You’ve finished your life but now comes the sequel; another carpenter that’s more than your equal.

Will welcome you to a place free from pain;  A place where worry and anguish can’t rein.

A place void of stress, a place undemanding; With a peace that passes all understanding.

And when the grandchild that you never knew; Asks mom and dad, “What did granddaddy do?”

They’ll get the clear answer that each child expects; “Grandpa and Jesus, they’re off building decks.”

by Philip Clark, brother of Duane Clark