Unto the flock he speaks
A reflective man of genius
During the other days of the week
Waded the rivers of the Nam
Came to know the inheritance of the meek
A gentler soul you'll never know
Until you cross Amos bout his Creek
One good turn deserves another
And eye is truly for an eye
Been on his hill many a year now
And on this hill he will lie
A pastor a teacher of all things good
From one who follows his plan
A shepherd to a good Gods graces
A tiller of the promised land
Waded the rivers of Nam
Came to know the inheritance of the meek
A gentler soul you'll never know
Until you cross Amos bout his Creek
A pa paw to the grandchildren
A daddy to his girls
A husband to his one true love
A miracle of this world
Ought to be more men like him
Barely a terse word will he speak
A gentler soul you'll never know
But don't go crossing Amos bout his Creek
No.. Best not cross Amos bout his Creek
~RER
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