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THE  FAMILY   BIBLE CHURCH  (CMA) 
1256 W. Broadway, Muskegon, MI. 49441  Ph. (231) 375-0416
Sunday Services: Sun. School 10:00am ~ Preaching 11:00am. and 6:00pm    Wed.  7:00pm.

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Pastor's Poems, enjoy:

 

Superman's Confession

 

 I know that I'm supposed to be

A city never hid.

I know that others think I've done

Great works I never did.

 

 But you alone, dear, God, you know,

The strife within my soul.

Of how I battle constantly

To reach each saintly goal.

 

 I'm a robin on a wintry day,

Too early for the spring.

I?m a blue bird when the sky is gray,

I fly, but with bent wing.

 

I seldom feel like Superman,

No cape, no gown, no "S."

I usually wear thick glasses.

My hair's a constant mess.

 

 But Sunday after Sunday,

I pull myself together;

Strike a pose, pen some words,

And preach the life, "I'd rather."

 

 I'd rather be, as some see me,

An angel unpretentious.

By grace, may they see you in me,

The side that's not contentious.

           

-Pastor Jerry DePoy

THE RICH MAN IN HELL

 

And in Hell, He lifted up his eyes,

At first not willing to realize

The fate that he had gained.

"It must not be," he made his plea

As soon he felt the pain.

 

The fire shot out from the melting stones.

He heard some distant moaning groans.

He thought, "I'm not alone?"

 

His red eyes pierced

Though the heated smoke.

With hurried breath, he finally spoke,

"Is this place unknown?"

 

"Where am I?  Where can I be?

I anybody hearing me?"

His voice clashed with the flames.

And when he reached a turning peak,

He thought he heard his name.

 

"Ah, it's you,  Yes, it's true."

A man rasped among the flames.

At first, he seemed as one who mocked

As he sat upon a heated rock.

His said his name was Cain.

 

"I've been here now some thousand years.

I know your thoughts.  I know your fears."

He paused to slowly lift his head.

"It's not a dream, or hellish scheme.

The truth is, sir, you?re dead."

 

In hearing this, the rich man fell

Upon the floor of burning hell,

But his heart beat onward still.

Then aged Cain took his hand.

"The pain is a little less when you stand.

I'll take you to a hill."

 

With great regret, he followed him yet,

With burning feet they climbed

With great regret, he followed him yet,

With burning feet they climbed,

Among the rocks and lava flow,

The progress seemed a painful slow,

He lost all trace of time.

 

And Cain did move without a word.

He walked as though one full assured.

The rich man took his path.

And darting out from here and there,

Liquid flames would burst the air,

And burn with mocking wrath.

 

The more they climbed, the higher still,

In hopes to find a pleasant hill.

The rich man stopped to rest.

And Cain looked back in pity's shame,

"You'll not find comfort in this flame.

Follow me, onward, to the crest."

 

So onward still to reach the hill,

They moved much steeper now.

And when at last, the rich man gasped,

They reached the hill somehow.

 

But instead, and to his dread,

He saw no flowers there.

For all around, both up and down,

The flames were everywhere.

 

A thousand souls among the flames,

A thousand men of unknown names,

Melting with the smoke.

He heard the wailing women cry

Among the worms that would not die.

His throat began to choke.

 

The aged Cain took his hand,

And pointed to a distant land.

A land of pleasant green;

A way beyond, a bluish pond;

Where people bathed, it seemed.

 And last, he saw, at distant rate,

A man he knew beyond the gate,

"Lazarus!" he screamed.

 

But Lazarus did not raise his chin,

He did not seem to notice him.

Content, he seemed to stay.

 

Then to his side came one in white.

His presence seemed an awesome sight.

He spoke across the way,

"Cain, who's that with you?
And what's he asking too?

Who did you bring today?"

 

Can did not speak, but looked away.

The rich man bowed, then stood to say,

"Father Abraham, it is I.

Father Abraham, you know my name,

It's the rich man here with Cain!"

He continued his reply.

"Wake up Lazarus, please, from his rest.

Why should he sleep upon thy breast

When I should die of thirst?"

 

Then Abraham said, "He cannot come,

For you and I are not as one.

There's a division in the earth."

 

Then Cain did point down far below,

And with no word, he left to go.

The rich man's heart did groan.

 

Then all at once, he knew his fate;

To live for God, was now too late.

The rich man stood.

Alone.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

  

THE HAND THAT LIFTED ME

 

I tried in vain to lift myself

From the place of setting sin.Sinking in the mud

I could not allow myself to die

So, in vain, I tried again.

 I struggled in the quicksand,

But sank in the miry clay.

I reached for a branch to hold me,

But it snapped and broke away.

I yelled for a friend to save me,

But no one heard my cry.

I whimpered in the darkness

Afraid that I would die.

And death, it overwhelmed me,

For where was I to go?

Death would lead to judgment.

Judgment would lead to woe.

The darkness turned to blackness,

And blackness touched my soul.

I thought I heard the laughter

Of a demon far below.

And I was sinking deeper;

My bondage now a chain.

My eyes, no longer searching,

I numbed myself with pain.

 

It's then, I saw a candle

Flicker in the night.Jesus\' hands

I saw no face to ponder;

Confused, at first, with fright.

I heard no voice of comfort.

I saw no frame of man,

But by the light of the candle,

I saw an outstretched hand.

 

A hand, not soft, but rugged.

A hand held out to me.

I saw by the light of the candle,

A hand to set me free.

 

Almost without a motion,

I responded to this grace.

With greatest strength he lifted me

Unto a higher place.

 

I pressed upon him greatly,

With tears, relieved, unmarred.

It's then I saw by the candle's light,

The loving hand was scarred.

 

Those loving hands still hold me.

I'm saved by wondrous grace.

I've seen the hands of Jesus, 

Someday, I'll see His face.

 

-J.D.

 

 

Don't Apologize for Tears 

 

If green green trees forsake their leaves,

              Then it's alright to cry.

    If winter snow knows when to go,

               My tears I won't deny.

 

         For tears are but a cleansing

             To purify the soul;

    Lest bitter roots attack the heart,

           And bitter fruit unfolds.

 

       Don't apologize for tears.

       It's a sign that the soul is free;

    For a cold cold heart never cries.

           It's blind and cannot see.

 

  Tears wash the eyes of self and sin,

        And rid the soul of shame.

  Tears salt the heart with tenderness,

       And moves the mark of blame.

 

  And when the heart is soft as flesh,

          God's word can enter in.

 And in the soul that's fed with tears,

         God's love can grow again.

 

         Don't apologize for tears,

      For tears do have their place.

    Only those who let tears come,

   Will grow to know God's grace.

 

-JD

 

My Hedge

Hedge boundary with neighbour

 

I'm hedged about on every side

With walls so thick and strong.

I never have to fear or doubt

Each day I walk along.

 

I'm hedged about by righteous saints.

The Church, my dearest friend.

Each time I falter in my step,

They kindly take my hand.

 

I'm hedged about by angel wings

Where ever I may go.

They watch me in my deepest sleep.

They chase the darkest foe.

 

But these are walls that can be torn,

Or caused to go away.

The storms of life may ruin a church.

The angels may not stay.

 

So where's the hedge that keeps my soul

And holds me safe and sound?

How can I rest at peace within,

If I've no sacred ground?

 

Where is the guardian angels' hedge?

Where are my life long friends?

How quickly Satan threatens me,

My very soul within.

 

Ah! It's there, he cannot penetrate.

It's there, a hedge is made.

For placed about my struggling soul

Are hands that will not fade.

 

Scarred hands took pain for me.

Brave hands that bore my sin.

I'm hedged about on every side.

My soul belongs to him.

 

Friends may leave, and leave they must.

The angels may retreat.

But Jesus is my truest hedge.

I stand in him complete.

 

-JD

 

Morning sun rays

When It Seems?

 

 When it seems

Like Jesus is far, not near,

Look to your heart, for He is there.

 

 When it seems

Dark clouds have passed your way,

Don't forget, take time to pray.

 

 When it seems

God has spoken for the very last time,

Open your Bible,

And read just one more line.

 

When it seems

Your best just will not do,

Trust the Lord to take care of you.

 

 For the night soon passes,

And the day will come,

And the shadow will fade

With the morning sun.

 

-JD

 

 

BEHOLD HIS MAJESTY

 

How can one walks with ears so deaf,

With eyes that cannot see,

When all around the earth does speak

Of Heaven's majesty.

 

The clouds bestow God's strength and force

By which the heaven's move.

The flowers reveal the passion of

God's tender touch to prove.

 

The trees, the haven of the wind,

Their song, the angel's breath.

And birds repeat what they have heard

For those who listen best.

 

I?m listening to their sweet long song.

I feel the wind they breathe.

And I will sit in audience,

And watch them in their trees.

 

For the orchestra of all this life

Beats within my breast.

God's Spirit moves upon my soul,

I commune with holiness.

 

I house within my hidden heart,

God's Spirit, my best friend.

And he conducts for me a tour,

When I'm alone with him.

 

I cannot walk without his voice

Speaking loud and clear.

I cannot look without the hope

That he is very near.

 

God can heal an ear gone deaf,

Or cause the blind to see.

Let God move within your breast.

Behold his majesty.

 

-JD

 

 

 Don't Quit

 

How many times

have you uttered "I quit!"

And knew that you could not,

When you thought a bit?

 

For life's cries repeating

"The task is not done.

Souls are still lost

That need to be won."

 

And how many lessons

Must we learn to face,

Before we will learn

The strength of God's grace?

 

For we grow and prosper

Through pain gendered strife,

And we sink our roots

When the storm's at it's height.

 

Let's choose closer Heaven

When clouds come our way,

And cherish more dearly,

Our privilege to pray.

 

Yes, we must march onward,

Not sulk in remorse.

Let's determine to fight,

And finish the course!

-JD


THUNDER STORMS

 

I love the sound of an approaching storm

When nestled in my bed.

I even move to the window edge,

Almost, as if I'm led.

 

I find a strength in the thunder's clash,

And the fire that lights the night.

The pouring rain engulfs my soul,

And takes away my fright.

 

I even feel a touch of pride

Knowing I'm safe and warm,

Within my house built by hands,

Yes, built to stand the storm.

 

If  I, by human nature thrill

To see my house secure,

Does it not bring joy to God

To see his child endure?

 

The demon of darkness cannot stem

A candle in the night,

Nor can a false and thundering voice

Cause a Christian fright.

 

I'm nestled in a place secure,

I sleep on Jesus breast

I've come to trust God in the storm.

In prayer, I am at rest.

 

-J.D.

LOVING OTHERS

 

I read the Bible thru and thru,

And often wondered what to do.

And in my spirit, I found this true,

That I should live for others.

 

I thought to wear a robe so bright,

Would make me more a perfect light.

But all of this would be as night,

If I lived not for others.

 

I thought to give the perfect gift,

Would surely show my righteous thrift;

But all of this would surely drift,

If I lived not for others.

 

I thought to shed my blood afar,

To wear the martyr's ugly scar;

But all of this this would be a mar,

If I lived not for others.

 

Lord, may I be a guiding hand

For those to weak they cannot stand.

When they say, "Can't," may I say, "Can!"

Oh may I live for others.

 

Lord, may I be the eyes that shine

For the eyes of those gone blind.

May they see thru the eyes of mine.

Oh may I live for others.

 

Lord, may I be the perfect friend

For those who've come to journey's end.

Someone on whom they can depend.

Oh may I live for others.

 

Yes, may I let the Christ in me

Be seen without for all to see.

And may this be my perfect plea.

Lord, may I live for others.

 

-Pastor Jerry DePoy


THE CROSS AND THE MORNING STAR

 

When did the tree at first appear

The symbol of our Christmas cheer;

So fresh, and fine, and green;

Sparkling strings of twinkling lights

Dancing long on winter nights,

Glad, and quickly seen?

 

There is a tree that I know of;

A tree that speaks of God's dear love;

But strange, it seems to me;

It's all alone on a rocky hill,

It stands in darkness, very still;

The shadow of a tree.

It is not full.  It is not green.

Two dead branches can be see,

Both gray and darkened red.

Long rusted nails pierce thru its' frame.

My human heart thumps loud with pain.

The sight, a sight to dread.

 

Then suddenly as the night meets dawn,

My thumping heart is still and calm,

The morning star appears.

And gives its' light to that old old tree

Standing there majesty,

Relieving all my fears.

 

Oh may the cross, though scarred with stain,

Be placed in every window frame

Each Christmas near and far.

For the scene which tells the story best,

Of why the child was born and blesst,

Is the Cross and the Morning Star.

 

-Pastor Jerry DePoy

 

DEAR DAD,

 

Did you know that I have learned

So much from you at every turn?

For in my childhood, you were there,

Teaching me that you did care.

I learned to catch a ball at three.

I learned because you played with me.

At four, I learned to bow my head,

Because you knelt beside my bed.

At school I learned my ABC's.

But you did teach me more than these.

Much much more than printed page.

Much much more I learned with age.

For in my childhood memory,

You were always there for me.

O never knew a cold dark night.

I never went to bed in fright.

I never knew a meal passed by.

I never knew a lonely cry.

For you were there the long night thru.

So much I learned from watching you.

In my teenage years it seemed,

That other lights were more esteemed.

But you were still my guiding star,

Though, at times, I wondered far.

I was listening, my compass set,

For I was learning from you yet.

Now, long years have passed us by,

But you still have my childish eye.

I'm watching you, and learning still.

For life contains another hill.

And you must lead, and lift the load,

And I will follow with the road.

The other day, I learned much more,

Than previous years, I knew before.

Just how strong a dad should be

As you were facing surgery.

I saw your faith in God above.

I saw your peace, I saw your love.

I thank you Father, for the past.

Your teaching than has held me fast.

But most of all I wish to be

The Dad I saw in surgery.     


-Your Son, Jerry DePoy


I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR

 

Have you ever thought,

"What does God do to occupy his time?"

Some men have a thousand chores,

And some have only nine.

 

What is the work God has to do?

The heavens have been made.

The stars are nestled in their path,

The trees give daily shade.

The earth seems to go by itself

Without much stress or strain.

The seasons come and seasons go,

And spin around again.

 

Has God forgotten us below,

And gone someplace to rest?

Life's machine is finely tuned.

There's not much work, I guess.

 

But all of this is but fools talk,

For God does never sleep,

For everything is dying slow,

And God has tears to weep.

Eden has overgrown with thorns.,

Jordan's banks stand still.

Canaanite's possess the land.

Goliath's roam the hill.

Guardian angels work the nights,

Daniel's in the den,

Peter's in the judgment hall,

David's fell to sin.

 

Oh God of grace,

Keep thou my soul.

I need thy daily power.

Sustain me with your presence, Lord.

I need thee every hour.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

Kite Strings

 

A father held a kite string loose,

And let the strong wind blow.

Hid child looked fearful to the clouds.
Did his Father know?

 

The kite flew high and tossed and turned,

And bent this way and that.

It dipped and trailed then took new height,

But the kite string never snapped.

 

When the cloud passed on,

Came a blue blue sky,

The kite did proudly sail.

The Father knows the strength of the string,

The wind would not prevail.

 

And the Father gave to the child,

This trophy of flying grace.

When the child took hold the sturdy branch,

His fear had been erased.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

THE PRAYER OF THE PRODIGAL

 

I've wandered astray

From thy holy path

By losing my way

From thy guiding staff.

 

I turned to without

To darkness and death,

I found doubt

And shortness of breath.

 

With tears upon tears

So wounded and worn

I'm flooded with fears

So tired and torn.

 

O God, wash me wholly,

Forgive me I pray.

O God, hold me closely;

That I might not stray.

 

Thank you, dear Lord,

For arms opened wide,

Please teach me, dear Lord,

To stay by your side.

 

-Jerry DePoy


THE CHRISTMAS GARMENT

 

An angel asked the Father,

"Have you planned your Christmas gift,

Tis' the holiday season,

"I know your righteous thrift."

 

"For certainly," he continued,

"You know men seek your wealth.

A high expectation comes from them;

Goodness, riches, health?"

 

"What's that you say, a garment each

To them to wear the same?

One size fits all, a perfect gift

For those who call your name?"

 

"Who wore this garment of pure white?

T'was worn by your only Son?

This year, he's wrapped in swaddling clothes,

A babe on earth, so young?"

 

Then the angel asked, "But Father,

If Christ wears only rags,

Won't all men reject your gift,

And not see Heaven's tags?"

 

"Yes, it's true," came the answer,

"But a chosen few won't walk away.

They'll wear my robe of righteousness

With joy on Christmas Day."

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

GOD IS THE ANSWER

 

Are you looking for answers

To life's greatest quest?

Are you searching for truth

No less than the best?

 

Are you satisfied only

With man's foolish claims

That monkeys and man

Are one in the same?

 

Or is there a God

More real than the stars?

Is there a power

Greater than ours?

 

Could there be a Heaven

Where sin cannot come?

Is Jesus in truth

God's only Son?

 

Here are some answers

That all must address.

A fool will neglect them,

But the wise will confess.

 

That God is the answer

To where man began.

And God is the answer

To where man will end.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

LEANING ON THEE

 

Lord, how can I finish

The task there's to do?

And how can I win

The lost world to you?

 

For I am so limited,

Fragile and weak,

And I just a sinner

Timid and meek.

 

Lord, you know how to struggle

From each day to day,

So fill me with power,

And show me the way.

 

Lord, thank you for Words

So constant and true.

And thank you for strength,

The grace you renew.

 

Lord, thank you for purpose,

A tribute most high,

And thank you for service,

A king's child am I.

 

Lord, thank you for calling

Mere sinners like me.

I'll finish the task

Leaning on thee.

 

-Jerry DePoy

  

THE CHURCH

 

There's building in cities

So tall and so fine,

But the best architecture

Is the Church with the chimes.

 

The Church of God's Heaven

Where God's people go

To worship in spirit,

And God's blessings flow.

 

The Church with foundations

Not made with man's hand.

Not mere clay and mortar,

But on Jesus stands.

 

The Church, though not tallest.

Not much to men's eyes.

But God Church is the greatest

Of buildings to rise.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

HIS BRIDE

 

Does God at times get bored with man?

God's ways are so divine.

And man proceeds at human pace,

Slowly  passing time.

 

God had angels strong in flight,

And Heaven to glory in.

Man lives on long thru the night,

And often falls to sin.

 

Why should God care for me,

A creature of this earth?

How can my slothful sinful soul

Give him hope of mirth?

 

And yet, I'm told, "He loves me so."

I laugh, amazingly.

My mirror reflects no true delight,

What does God see in me?

 

Not what I am, or who I am,

My pride cannot equate.

It is that he love, because he's love,

That I can celebrate.

 

For in his love, excitement flares,

And purpose does exist,

And I'm the object he has deemed

To share his tenderness.

 

I'll never know the why of this,

His faith in me abides?

But, I by faith accept his love.

I'm thankful I'm his bride.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

HIS HAND I TAKE

 

I made a decision a long time ago

That Christ I'd follow, even though

The road might falter, my way seem dim;

I'd keep my eyes on only Him.

 

That decision I made, it ended all

The choices I make, both big and small.

For every problem, He's foreseen,

And all I do, is on Him lean.

 

It amazes me, every time I step

To think the Lord is leading yet;

But when my trials seem most dark,

He comforts me within my heart.

 

He's never made not one wrong turn.

It took some time, but I have learned

That He is wise and good and strong,

And gives more grace

When the day grows long.

 

As a vessel must cross the wide wide seas,

I too, must go with the coming breeze.

But I've no fear to be on board,

For I know the pilot, Christ, the Lord.

 

He is the Master of the ship,

And I shall sleep inside of it,

Until the day when I awake,

Of Heaven's shore, His hand to take.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

DREAMS DO COME TRUE

 

I remember when I was a child

 

I too

chased puppy dogs thru

Autumn leaves

 

I too

rested in the woods and

Waded in the creek

 

I too

Wanted Halloween to come

And played the charcoaled bum

 

I too

Thought old age

Lacked friendship, fellowship, and fun

 

I too

Wished to be Peter Pan forever

With the wind

 

But, with age,

I gained the sweet memories of the past

And the fulfillment of dreams come true

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

I MISS YOU

 

It's not the tears that line my face;

It's not the feeling of disgrace;

It's not what others think of me

That hurts so much inside of me.

It's that I miss you so.

 

I only wish that you much knew

How oft' in love I was with you.

How I would praise your very name,

And our relation proudly claim.

But now, it's gone, and not the same.

And now, I miss you so.

 

Why could we not go on some more,

And conquer worlds far up the shore?

Why did we have to let walls rise

That brought the tears unto our eyes?

It took me by complete surprise.

And now, I miss you so.

 

If we had love, as it seemed true,

The hurts will heal for me and you.

It's just that now I hurt inside;

Call it love, or call it pride.

For now the tears, I cannot hide.

And yes, I miss you so.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

HOW SEE YOU THE MAN?

 

See you the man

Bent low with pain?

See how the mock Him,

And strip Him with shame?

 

See how they cruelly

Spit at His frame?

How see you this Man,

Jesus by name?

 

You see His sweat,

I see His crown,

You see Him naked,

I see His gown.

 

You see Him broken,

I see Him tall.

You see Him weeping.

I hear His call.

 

You see the soldiers,

Their glitter and sword.

I see the love

Of my precious Lord.

 

You see him bleeding

With wounds open wide;

I see redemption

Pour forth from His side.

 

You see defeat,

As He gives up the ghost.

I hear the singing

Of the singing

Of the Heavenly host.

 

You see the tomb

Sealed shut with its' chains,

I see the throne

Where my Jesus reigns. 

 

You say its' myth,

I say its' mirth.

You say its' death,

I say its' birth.

 

Dear friend, you can envision

What you wish to be,

But as for my eyes,

His glory I see.

 

Mere flesh, with its' vision,

Is blind to God's grace.

But faith brings us verily

To look at his face.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

BEHOLD HIS MAJESTY

 

How can one walk with ears so deaf,

With eyes that cannot see,

When all around the earth does speak

Of Heaven's majesty.

 

The clouds bestow God?s strength and force

By which the heavens move.

The flowers reveal the passion of

God's tender touch to prove.

 

The trees; the haven of the wind,

Their song; the angels' breath.

And birds repeat what they have heard

For those who listen best.

 

I'm listening to their sweet long song.

I feel the wind they breathe.

And I will sit in audience

And watch them in the trees.

 

For the orchestra of all this life

Beats within my breast.

God's Spirit moves upon my soul;

I commune with holiness.

 

I house within my hidden heart,

God's Spirit, my best friend.

And he conducts for me a tour,

When I'm alone with him.

 

I cannot walk without his voice

Speaking loud and clear.

I cannot look without the hope

That he is very near.

 

God can heal an ear gone deaf.

Or cause the blind to see.

Let God move with your breast;

Behold, his majesty!

 

-Jerry DePoy


COME AND DINE

 

The wayward soul seeks oft' to find

Relief from all his sin;

A lightening bolt to slash the sky,

A cold and stormy wind.

 

The wayward heart doth grieve inside,

"Stop, my son, retreat!"

But outward signs leave greater doubts,

And seldom seems to speak.

 

Oh slow the process of the sin

That holds the wayward child.

So slow, it soothes the soul to sleep,

So slow it seems so mild.

 

But, oh the pain that cries beneath

The harbor of the soul.

The inward tears find no relief

And ever onward flow.

 

Oh, pity shame one cannot hear

The Spirit speak aloud.

His voice is dimmed by fleshly wants

As the sun behind the cloud.

 

The glittering signs that lead to death

Are all too well made known.

The only caution to stop the soul

Is the Holy Spirit's groan.

 

Oh, wayward one, hear that voice,

He bids you "Come and dine

On fruits of love and tenderness

And grapes of gentle wine."

 

Let him touch your soul within

Let him have his turn.

And just as days not long ago,

Your wayward heart with burn.

 

"Come and dine, my son, my son,"

He bids you come and dine.

He bids you stay so close to him.

As the branch is to the vine.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 GOD'S LISTENING

 

Have you ever reached upward

To talk to the Lord,

And feared that He'd smite you

With open drawn sword?

Or that He'd neglect you,

And leave you alone?

That God was too distant

To hear when you groan?

 

Dear saint, be reminded

Of Christ's earthly walk,

For though he was busy,

He made time to talk.

He made time for listening

And loving the least.

While others were sleeping,

His work never ceased.

 

He made time for Nicodemus,

Who came late at night.

He made time for Paul,

And showed him the light.

He made time for children;

They sat on his knee.

He made time for a thief,

And answered his plea.

 

He always said, "Come,

There's room at my side."

He always was waiting

With arms opened wide.

If Jesus made time

While clothed it life's flesh,

He now listens fuller

In his holiness.

 

Go to him, my friend,

He's waiting above,

Come marvel at his wisdom.

Come bathe in his love.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

 GOD'S WEDDING PROMISE

 

There's nothing on earth can separate

Two lovers joined by God.

For hand in hand they'll face each test

While on this earthly sod.

 

For better, for worse,

For richer, for poorer;

Their love grows more each day.

And soon as one, they do become.

When pressures come their way.

 

They pay the bills, they toil, they sweat;

They pray a thousand tears.

They laugh, they cry, and never forget

The days and passing years.

 

They raise kids with special love,

And pray for them each day

That they will find that life is kind,

When tomorrow comes their way.

 

And when life seems to pass them by,

They have themselves to hold.

In life, they're always young at heart

And never growing old.

 

They still hold hands like yesterday,

As children in a park.

Their initials are imprinted on the diary page,

And circled with a heart.

 

And when life comes unto the end,

And one must go ashore,

The other will hold on to the diary page,

And live in dreams once more.

 

For God has made a solemn vow

To those he's joined together,

That they shall always be as one,

Both now, and then forever.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

JOSHUA'S POEM (SONG)

 

He woke up with the angels.

They came so suddenly,

And took our precious baby

To join God's family.

 

Where blue skies are eternal.

Where songs are always sung.

Where Jesus is the Father

Of every child that comes.

 

To the special side of Heaven

Where children always play.

And wait for loving parents

Who seem not far away.

 

Our hearts' are with you Joshua.

For Heaven's our home too.

Remember, dearest baby,

We're always loving you.

 

Be good to all the angels.

With Christ, you're not alone.

We'll meet you some glad morning

When Jesus takes us home,

 

-Jerry DePoy


I SEE THE PROMISE

 

Some see the casket dressed up in lace,

I see my Savior's sweet smiling face.

Some see a baby lying so still,

I see a mansion far over the hill.

Some see the people with tears in their eye,

I hear the angels in chorus on high.

Some see a grave stone alone by the way,

I see the promise of resurrection day.

Some see the moment, and dread in their fears,

I see the Day Star's eternal years.

Lord, all you have promised,

I believe to be true.

With heart, mind, and soul,

I'm leaning on you.

 

-Jerry DePoy


CHANGING

 

To everything is a season,

Nothing remains the same;

And Spring time will pass,

And the Summer won't last,

The sunshine is followed by rain.

 

The children play games

Like hide and seek;

They twirl on the merry go round.

They laugh with the wind and cry from within,

They're old without making a sound.

 

The leaves on the trees

Play tricks on our eyes;

They're green, yellow, than brown.

The trees not big, why it's just a twig,

Then grown before turning around.

 

And you too, must change

As the wind and the rain;

Your yellow hair turns to gray.

A child, than a man, when you finally stand,

You feel yourself fading away.

 

There's only one course

That remains solid true,

It's God, who placed stars above,

So we'd turn to him and flee from life's sin,

And trust in his arms of love.

 

If our faith is in God,

Our hope can be sure.

He's the anchor of life's changing sea.

Come enter his rest, lay secure on his breast;

In him, let your confidence be.

 

-Jerry DePoy

 

 

 

Enjoy:

I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR

 

Have you ever thought,

“What does God do to occupy his time?”

Some men have a thousand chores,

And some have only nine.

 

What is the work God has to do?

The heavens have been made.

The stars are nestled in their path.

The trees give daily shade.

The earth seems to go by itself

Without much stress or strain.

The seasons come and seasons go,

And spin around again.

Has God forgotten us below,

And gone some place to rest?

Life machine is finely tuned.

There’s not much work, I guess.

 

But all of this is but fool’s talk,

For God does never sleep.

For everything is dying slow,

And God has tears to weep.

Eden has overgrown with thorns,

Jordan’s banks stand still.

Cananite’s possess the land.

Goliaths roam the hill.

Guardian angels work the nights,

Daniel’s in his den,

Peter’s in the judgment hall,

David’s fell to sin.

 

Oh God of grace,

Keep thou my soul,

I need thy daily power.

Sustain me with your presence, Lord,

I need thee every hour.

-JD

 

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LOVING OTHERS

 

I read the Bible through and through

And often wondered what to do,

And in my Spirit I found this true,

That I should live for others.

 

I’d thought to wear a robe so bright.

Would make me more a perfect light,

But all of this would be a blight,

If I lived not for others.

 

I thought to give the perfect gift,

Would surely show my righteous thrift,

But all of this would surely drift,

If I lived not for others.

 

I thought to shed my blood a far,

To wear the martyr’s ugly scar,

But of this would be a mar,

If I lived not for others.

 

Lord, may I be the guiding hand

For those too weak they cannot stand.

When they say, “can’t,” may I say “can!”

O may I live for others.

 

Lord may I be the eyes that shine

For the eyes of those gone blind,

May they see through the eyes of mine.

O may I live for others.

 

Lord, may I be the perfect friend

For those who’ve come to journey’s end,

Someone on whom they can depend.

O may I live for others.

 

 Yes, may I let the Christ in me

Be seen without for all to see.

And may this be my perfect plea,

Lord, may I live for others.     -JD

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Thunder Storms

 

 I love the sound of an approaching storm

When nestled in my bed.

I even move to the window's edge,

Almost, as if I’m led.

 

 I find a strength in the thunder’s clash.

And the fire that lights the night.

The pouring rain engulfs my soul,

And takes away my fright.

 

 I even feel a touch of pride

Knowing I’m safe and warm,

Within the house built by my hands.

Yes, built to stand the storm.

 

 If I, by human nature thrill,

To see my house secure,

Does it not bring joy to God

To see his child endure?

 

 The demon of darkness cannot stem

A candle in the night.

Nor can a false or thundering voice

Cause a Christian fright.

 

 I’m nestled in a place secure.

I sleep on Jesus' breast.

I’ve come to trust God in the storm,

In prayer, I am at rest.

 

 -JD

 

GOD IS THE ANSWER

 

Are you looking for answers

To life’s greatest quest?

Are you searching for truth
No less than the best?

Are you satisfied only
With man’s foolish claims,
That monkeys and man
Are one in the same?

Or is there a God
More real than the stars?
And is there a power
Greater than ours?

Could there be a Heaven
Where sin cannot come?
Is Jesus, in truth,
God’s only Son?

Here are some answers
That all must address.
A fool will neglect them,
But the wise will confess.

That God is the answer
To where man began.
And God is the answer
To where man will end.

-JD

 

 

THE CROSS AND THE MORNING STAR


When did the tree at first appear

The symbol of our Christmas cheer,

So fresh and fine and green,

Sparkling strings of twinkling lights,

Dancing long on winter nights,

Glad, and quickly seen.

 

There is a tree that I know of,

A tree that speaks of God's dear love,

But strange it seems to me;

It's all alone on a rocky hill. 

It stands in darkness, very still,

The shadow of a tree.

It is not full.  It is not green.

Two dead branches can be seen,

Both gray and darkened red.

Long rusted nails pierce through its' frame,

My human heart thumps loud with pain.

The sight, a sight to dread.

christ

Then suddenly as the night meets dawn,

My thumping heart is still and calm, 

The Morning Star appears,

And gives its light to the old old tree

Standing there in majesty;

Relieving all my fears.

 

Oh may this cross, though scarred with stain,

Be placed in every window frame

Each Christmas near and far.

For the scene which tells the story best

Of why the child was born and blest,

Is the cross and the Morning Star!

 

-J.D.

 

 

 DEAR DAD

 

Did you know that I have learned

So much from you at every turn?

For in my childhood you were there,

Teaching me that you did care.

I learned to catch a ball at three.

I learned because you played with me.

At four I learned to bow my head,

Because you knelt beside my bed.

At school, I learned my A,B,C's,

But you did teach me more than these.

Much much more than printed page.

Much much more I learned with age.

For in my childhood memory,

You were always there for me.

I never knew a cold dark night.

I never went to bed in fright.

I never knew a meal passed by.

I never knew a lonely cry,

For you were there the long night through,

So much I learned from watching you.

In my teenage years it may have seemed,

That other lights were more esteemed.

But you were still my guiding star,

Though at times I wandered far.

I was listening, my compass set,

For I was learning from you yet.

Now long years have passed us by,

But you still have my childish eye.

I'm watching you, and learning still,

For life contains another hill,

And you must lead and lift the load,

And I will follow with the road.

The other day I learned much more,

Then previous years, I knew before;

Just how strong a Dad should be 

As you were facing surgery.

I saw your faith in God above.

I saw your peace.  I saw your love.

I thank you, Father, for the past.

Your teaching then, has held me fast.

But most of all I wish to be,

The Dad I saw in surgery.

 

-J.D.

 

 

 KITE STRINGS

 

A Father held a kite string loose, 

And let the strong wind blow.

His child looked fearful to the clouds.

Did his Father know?

 

The kite flew high and tossed and turned,

And bent this way and that.

It dipped and tailed, then took new height,

But the kite string never snapped.

 

When the cloud passed by,

Came a blue, blue sky,

The kite did proudKites!ly sail.

The Father knew the strength of the string,

The wind would not prevail.

 

And then the Father gave to his child,

This trophy of flying grace.

And the child took hold of the string and branch,

His fear had been erased.

 

-J.D.

 

THE PRAYER OF THE PRODIGAL

 

I've wandered astray from thy holy path

By losing my way from thy guiding staff.

 

I turned to without, to darkness and death.

I found only doubt and shortness of breath.

 

With tears upon tears, so wounded and worn,

I'm flooded with fears, so tired and torn.

 View from "The 22 mile " dirt road

O God, wash me wholly; forgive me I pray.

O God, hold me closely that I might not stray.

 

Thank you, dear Lord, for arms opened wide,

Please teach me, dear Lord, to stay by your side. 

 

-J.D.

 

 

THE CHRISTMAS GARMENT

 

An angel asked the Father,

"Have you planned your Christmas gift?

Tis the holiday season,

I know you're always thrift."

 

"For certainly," he continued,

"You know men seek your wealth.

A high expectation comes from them...

Goodness, riches, health?"

 

"What's that you say?  A garment each

For them to wear the same?

One size fits all, a perfect gift

For those that call your name."

 

"Who wore this garment of pure white?

T'was worn by your own Son?

This year, he's wrapped in swaddling clothes,

A babe on earth, your Son."


Then the angel asked, "But Father,

If Christ wears only rags,

Won't all men reject your gift,

And not see Heaven's tags?"

 

Y"Yes, it's true," came the answer,

"But the chosen few won't walk away.

They'll wear my robes of righteousness

With joy on Christmas Day."

 

-J.D

 

 

LEANING ON THEE

 

 Lord, how can I finish the task there's to do?

And how can I win the lost world to you?

 For I am so limited, so fragile and weak.

And I'm just a sinner, timid and meek.

 

Lord, you know how I struggle from each day to day,

So fill me with power, and show me the way.

Lord, thank you for words so constant and true,

And thank you for strength and grace you renew.

 

Lord, thank you for purpose, a tribute most high,

And thank you for service, a King's child am I!

Lord, thank you for calling mere sinners like me.

I'll finish my task by leaning on Thee.

 

-J.D.

 

 

THE CHURCH

 

There's buildings in the cities so tall and oh so fine,

But the best architecture is the Church with its' ringing chime.a church steeple in Kungsholmen borough of Stockholm

The Church of God's blue Heaven, where all God's people go

To worship in the Spirit to walk in Heaven's glow.

 

The Church with its' foundation, not made with earthly hands,

Not made of clay and mortar, but alone on Jesus stands.

The Church, though not the tallest, not much in some men's eyes

To me, the Church is the greatest of all to grace the skies.

 

-J.D.

 

 

A CHRISTMAS GIFT

 

A gift is not given

Without time or care.

A thought must be taken, 

A blessing to share.

To think of someone

Besides self or gain.

To give, not for favor, 

For fortune or fame.

True giving is getting 

More blessed indeed,

The blessing is giving

All else only greed.

 

-J.D.

 

 

HIS BRIDE

 

Does God at times get bored with man?

God's way are so divine.

And man proceeds at human pacecontemplative

Slowly passing time.

 

God has angels strong in flight,

And Heaven to glory in.

Man lives on long through the night,

And often falls to sin.

 

Why should God care for me,

A creature of this earth?

How can my slothful sinful soul

Give him hope of mirth?

 

And yet I'm told, "He loves me so."

I laugh amazingly.

My mirror reflects no true delight.

What does God see in me?

 

Not what I am, or who I am,

My pride cannot equate.

It is that he loves, because he loves,

That I can celebrate!

 

For in his love, excitement flares,

And purpose does exist.

And I'm the object he had deemed

To share his tenderness.

 

I'll never know the why of this,

His faith in me abides?

But, I too, by faith, accept his love.

I'm thankful I'm his bride!

 

-J.D. 

 

 

HIS HAND I TAKE

 

I made a decision long time ago

That Christ I'd follow, even though,

The road might falter, my way seem dim; 

I'll keep my eyes on only Him.

old ships

That decision I made, it ended all,

The choices I make both big and small.

For every problem he's foreseen,

And all I do is on him lean.

 

It amazes me every time I step

To think the Lord is leading yet,

But when my trials seem most dark,

He comforts me within my heart.

 

He's never made not one wrong turn.

It's taken time, but I have learned

That he is wise, and good, and strong;

And gives more grace when the day is long.

 

As a vessel must cross the wide wide seas,

I too, must go with the coming breeze,

But I've no fear to be on board

For I know the pilot, Christ the Lord.

 

He is the master of the ship,

And I shall sleep inside of it,

Until the day that I shall wake

On Heaven's shore; His hand to take.

 

-J.D.

 

 

DREAMS DO COME TRUE

 

I remember when I was a child

 

I too

chased puppy dogs through

autumn's leaves

 

I too

rested in the woods

and waded in the creek

 

I too

wanted Halloween to come

and played the char-coaled bum

 

I too

thought old age

lacked friendship, fellowship, and fun

 

I too

wished to be Peter Pan forever

with the wind

 

But, with age,

I gained the sweet memories of the past

and the fulfillment of dreams come true.

 

-J.D.

 

 

THE GATEKEEPER

 

The Psalmist said in days of old,

"A gate keeper I'd rather be,

Than the highest king in all the land

Where no one talks to me."

 

A gatekeeper stands beside the door

Where all who come will know

His readied smile and cordial way

For those who come and go.

 

Larry stood beside this door

Dressed in his suit of blue.

He stood there almost every day

To greet the friends he knew.

 

A hospital can be a lonely place

Where tears are often shed.

Healing is given for the heart

When loving words are said.

 

In tribute to our faithful friend,

The "gatekeeper" at our door,

We place this plague with honored love,

And remember him once more.

 

-J.D.

 

 

I MISS YOU

 

It's not the tears that line my face,

It's not the feeling of disgrace,

It's not what others think of me

That hurts so much inside of me,

It's that I miss you so.

 

I only wish that you much knew

How oft in love I was with you.

How I would praise your very name

And our relation proudly claim;

But now, it's gone and not the same;

And now, I miss you so.

 

Why could we not go on some more,

And conquer worlds far up the shore?

Why did we have to let walls rise

That brought the tears into our eyes.

It took me by complete surprise;

And now, I miss you so.

 

If we had love, as it seemed true,

The hurts will heal for me and you.

It's just that now I hurt inside;

Call it love, or call it pride,

For now the tears I cannot hide;

And I still miss you so.

 

-J.D.Single Red Rose on Rocks

 

 

 

HOW SEE YOU THE MAN?

 

See you the Man

Bent low with pain?

See how they mock Him 

And strip Him with shame?

 

See how they cruelly

Spit at his frame?

How see you this man,

Jesus, by name?

 

You see his sweatjesus,

I see his crown.

You see him naked.

I see his gown.

 

You see him broken.

I see him tall.

You see him weeping.

I hear his call.

 

You see the soldiers;

Their glitter and sword.

I see the love

Of my precious Lord.

 

You see him bleeding

With wounds opened wide.

I see redemption

Pour forth from his side.

 

You see defeat

As he gives up the ghost.

I hear the singing 

Of the heavenly host.

 

You see the tomb

Sealed shut with its' chains.

I see the throne

Where my Jesus reigns.

 Jesus

You say it's myth.

I say it's mirth.

You say it's death.

I say it's birth.

 

Dear friend,

You can envision

What you wish to be,

But as for my eyes,

His glory I see.

 

Mere flesh with its' vision

Is blind to God's grace.

But faith brings us verily

To look on His face.

 

-J.D.

 

 

CALVARY

 

 Come climb Golgatha's Hill with me

To the mount called Calvary.

Walk the dim lit path that day

Where Jesus took my sins away.

 

Behold the tree sunk to the ground.

Behold the body coming down.

Behold the bloody bark and sod,

Tis the blood of the Son of God.

 

Behold the feet, ripped with nails.

Once precious feet the children hailed,

"Hosanna Highest, the King of Jews!"

There now he hangs for me, for you.

 

Behold the knees, bruised there,

That once were bowed in loving prayer.

Behold his side sliced with pain

That men might call on his dear name.

 

Behold the back torn from its' flesh.

See its' awful ugliness.

Behold the face, the bleeding beard,

The thorny crown the soldiers jeered.

 

Hear the words spoken slow,

"Father forgive them, they do not know."

Yes, hear those words, my Hell-bound friend,

And let me urge you, trust in Him!

 

-J.D.

 3 Crosses At Calvary

 

 

COME AND DINE

 

The wayward soul seeks oft to find

Reproach from all his sin;

A lighting bolt to slash the sky,

Or a cold and stormy wind.

 

The wayward heart doth grieve inside.,

"Stop, my son, retreat!"

But outward signs leaves greater doubts,

And seldom seems to speak.

 

Oh slow the process of the sin

That holds the wayward child.

Sp slow. it soothes the soul to sleep,

So slow, it seems so mild.

 

But, oh, the pain that cries beneath,

The harbor of the soul.

The inward tears find no relief,

And ever onward flow.

 

Ph, pity shame one cannot hear

The spirit speak aloud.

His voice is dimmed by fleshly wants

As the sun behind the cloud.

 

The glittering signs that lead to death

Are all too well made known.

The only caution to stop the soul

Is the Holy Spirit's groan.

 

Oh, wayward one, hear that voice.

He bids you "Come and dineGrape Vine

On fruits of love and tenderness.

And grapes of gentle wine."

 

Let Him touch your soul within.

Let Him have his turn.

And just as days not long ago,

Your wayward heart will burn.

 

"Come and dine, my son, my son,"

He bids you "Come and dine."

He bids you stay so close to him,

As the branch is to the vine.

 

-J.D.

 

 

God’s Listening

 

Have you ever reached upward

To talk with the Lord,

And feared that He’d smite you

With open drawn sword?

Or that He’d neglect you,

And leave you alone?

That God was too distant

To hear when you groan?

 Prayer Hands

Dear Saint, be reminded

Of Christ’s earthly walk,

For though He was busy

He made time to talk.

He made time for listening,

And loving the least.

While others were sleeping,

His work never ceased.

 

He made time for Nicodemus,

Who came late at night.

He made time for Paul,

And showed him the light.

He made time for children,

They sat on His on His knee.

He made time for a thief,

And answered his plea.

 

He always said, “Come,

There’s room at my side.

He always was waiting

With arms open wide.

If Jesus made time,

While clothed in life’s flesh,

He now listens fuller

In His holiness.

 

Go to Him, my friend,

He’s waiting above.

Come, marvel at His wisdom,

Come, bathe in His love!

 

-JD

 

 

 

God’s Wedding Promise

 

There’s nothing on earth can separate

Two lovers joined by God,

For hand in hand they’ll face each test

While on this earth they trod.

 

For better, for worse,

For richer, for poorer,

Their love grows more each day,

And soon as one they do become,

When pressures come their way.

 

They pay the bills, they toil, they sweat,

They pray a thousand tears.

They laugh, they cry, and never forget

The days and passing years.

 

They raise their kids with special love,

Sparkle Roses w/HeartAnd pray for them each day;

That they will find that life is kind

When tomorrow comes their way.

 

And when life seems to pass them by,

They have themselves to hold.

In life they’re always young at heart,

And never growing old.

 

They still hold hands like yesterday,

As children in a park.

Their initials are imprinted on the diary page,

And circled with a heart.

 

And when life comes unto the end,

And one must go ashore;

The other will hold on to the diary page,

And live in dreams once more.

-JD

 

 

 

 Read and Become Wise

 

 Each person has a message

Placed upon his heart.

I’d like to read theme

And understand each part.

 

 Reveal to me your reasoning

Of how you think, and why,

Of how you go on living,

And if you plan to die?

 

 To drink each cup of knowledge

Is to read each written line,

Place it in its’ value

And test it in your time.

 

 Not all books hold a forture.

Not all lines written true,

But to know each every meaning,

Will make a better you.

 

 So read in understanding,

Not to criticize.

Read for truth an knowledge,

And soon you will be wise.

 

 -JD

 

 

A Mother, Daughter And

Grandmother

-from Gramma’s perspective-

 

 It seems like only yesterday

I carried you both night and day.

I prayed for you before your time,

And dressed you sweetly in mind.

 

 In girlish pink and satin lace;gramma and michael

I dreamed you’d have a smiling face.

Your father claimed you at first sight,

“She has Daddy’s chin and Daddy’s fight!”

 

 But deep inside my heart I knew,

That much of me was more in you.

Your eyes were mine, I’d watch you rest,

You laid so softly on my breast.

 

Your heart was mine, I loved you so,

My daydream doll from head to toe.

I guess I knew you’d grow someday,

That baby cribs would go away.

 

That dressing you in lacey tights

Would quickly pass on through the night.

That others would smile upon your face,

That you’d discover another’s place.

 

 That your thin frame would be soon grown.

And you would someday leave our home.

Now…your baby doll is real.

I guess I know just how you feel.

 

 Please let me look upon her face,

And dress her once in satin lace.

And let “Gramma” rock her to rest,

And press her gently to my breast.

 

 For mother’s need

 A child to hold,

Both when they’re young

And when they’re old.

 

-JD

 

 

My Hidden Pond

 

 Dear Lord,bower ponds

My life is like a river,

It seldom seems to slow.

It drags a branch or snags a tree,

And turns a bit, too slow.

 

 But so much flows without a care,

Trees and grass and sky.

A reflection made, and nothing more

It’s gone, it has passed by.

 

 But you are where my river stops.

You are the nearby pond.

I take a drink from your clear blue,

Before I travel on.

 

 You’re hidden behind the trees somewhere,

You breathe without a sound.

Most don’t know this path I take,

It’s hidden underground.

 

 I am the river with rushing feet.

You are my soul refreshed.

A steam does flow from me to you,

It’s where I long to rest.

 

-JD

 

 

The Child in Me

 

 

 It seems a wonderment to me

Why some see ferries blue,

And other hearts are cold and dim,

And seldom guess a clue?

 

 I’m not for waving magic wands.

I dread the medicine show;

But ever in the heart of me,

I want a child to grow.

 

 A child can see a mystery

Without a thought or care.

A child can hold to other worlds,

Though never going there.

 

 In all of us a child grew,

Once upon a time.

Never let the child in you

Lose faith in perfect rhyme.

 

 Believe in all things possible.

Heaven’s really there.

But only those with childlike faith

Will of its glory share.

 

 Jesus, keep this heart of mine,

Renewed through passing years,

Ever let me like a child,

Have hope beyond my tears.

 

-JD

  SECURITY

 

How close am I to my dear God?

No closer can I be,

For I am in the Holy place,

Secure eternally.

 

The Ark of the CovenantWalled about on every side 

And placed within the ark,

My name is written down in love 

And etched upon God's heart.

 

I'm sealed with his loving arms,

And pressed in purest gold.

I'm courted with sweet loving words;

The half yet still untold.

 

And over me a fountain falls;

A warm red flowing stream,

And I am washed from every sin;

My soul, a constant clean.

 

And angels songs are everywhere.

God's strength upholds their wing.

And I am held in flight by them.

My soul can ought but sing.

 

How close am I to my dear God?

No closer can I be,

For I am resting in his Son,

And He is one with me.

 

-J.D.

 

 

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