After a long ministry, I step aside and feel insignificant -- until I have a chance to look back over the years and see that God still has use for me.

I’m a preacher who’s been retired for nearly four long years.
It seems I’m really only known by that big group of my peers.
Things continue well – like they did when I was there
When the young ones hear my name they look at me and stare.

I met a young vibrant preach that I’d never met before
And we spoke to each other as we stood inside the door.
He told me what his name is and then just was he does.
I said -- I’m just an old has-been who really never was.

If success could be symbolized by a great big wooly beard.
My accomplishments were much less and really kind of weird.
My ministry might more accurately be like some peachy fuzz
I’m just an old has-been who really never was.

I know I did a lot of things that touched some people’s life
I joined them in the good times and helped in time of strife.
I’ve helped young preachers who now are quite a buzz.
So I shouldn’t feel like a has-been who really never was.

I think I’ve been too good at putting myself down
I may never have ruled the city but was a big man in my town.
I know I’ve done the things that some would think is odd
But I guess I’m a has-been who’s a still-been to my God.