A quiet man
John, a pillar of the church,
That would have made him smile.
For he was that quiet man
Coming down the aisle.
Yes, he was a quiet man,
Who never made a fuss.
Thought he carved the altar,
And may have hung the cross.
He loved his God,
He loved his wife.
Between them all
A bond so tight.
John, one of the very first;
Yes John, a pillar of the church.
Now John and the church have gone,
But their memory still shines on.
Mary Treveil,
Ardrossan Road,