Ode to Leroy

This is a poem I wrote while I was head coach at Newton County High School in Covington, Georgia.  An eleventh-grade football player drowned and the coaches had to say something at his funeral.  I wrote this poem and read it at the service.

When Jesus called to Leroy
To climb the golden stair,
He didn't know the glory
Waiting for him there.
The football team in heaven
Is the best you've ever seen,
Every lineman and every back
Is big and fast and lean.
And angels lead the cheers up there,
Waving their golden wings,
And there's always great team spirit,
The victory praises ring.
The crowd will welcome Leroy
With a hallelujah roar,
As he checks into the game,
Wearing No. 34.
And the coach that gives the signals
Is undoubtedly the best,
For Jesus wears the coaching hat
And whistles to the rest.
The devil's troops won't have a chance
On the day of the big game,
With Leroy bustin' holes
And knockin’ demons lame.
I know we're sad to think
He won't be playing here,
But the championship that
Leroy wins is good for every year.
And he'll look down on us
And tell us in his way:
"Y’all fight hard and live for God
And you'll play for us someday."