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Wartime Stories, Letters & Poetry #15
{s:TopicNav|A Poem by Jake Shepherd|ForumNew.T1289|ForumNew.T1141|ForumNew.T0617|ForumNew.F19|ForumNew.T0560|ForumNew.T0015|ForumNew.T0015} {| class='ForumTopics' ! Posted !! Message |- | '''jshepherd5''' <br/><br/><div class='poster-info'><img src='/public/Attachments/ForumNew.MainPage/NoAvatar.gif' /></div><br/>1/31/2010 4:29:50 PM | That’s How It Was<br/> <br/> <br/> When I was just a little boy my Mother said to me,<br/> “Come say a prayer to Jesus, get down on your knee.”<br/> She taught me how to talk to Him, He was her friend said she,<br/> And He became a friend of mine He’s been so good to me!<br/> <br/> Sue Ellie Rhyne, my teacher then, a lady in our church,<br/> Shaped my life and others too, she taught us how to search<br/> For all the finer things in life, no matter we were poor.<br/> We had the love of all our friends and Jesus loved us more!<br/> <br/> Pastor Shenk, who baptized me when I was six weeks old,<br/> Poured blessed water on my head, it went straight to my soul.<br/> I know that water came from God, He wanted it to stay.<br/> I still can feel it in my heart, I’m sure it’s there today!<br/> <br/> Pastor Shenk confirmed me too, by then I was twelve years old.<br/> I’d grown a bit and learned much more, I had a lofty goal.<br/> Pastor Sam arrived, a simple man, who had a heart of gold.<br/> He nurtured me and helped me plan a future that was bold!<br/> <br/> When war engulfed our nation I was the perfect age.<br/> Uncle Sam said “I want you,” I had to turn the page.<br/> No more my goal to preach the Word, I wanted now to fly.<br/> I was too young but Mother signed, I did not want to lie!<br/> <br/> I learned to fly a big, Boeing “B” seventeen.<br/> It was a fantastic, capable flying machine.<br/> It had four motors and a crew of ten.<br/> We all looked to God to “save our skin!”<br/> <br/> That we all survived was a gift straight from the Lord.<br/> It had always been our feeling that He was also on board.<br/> He saved me then, He watches o’er me today.<br/> I’ll always be so thankful, that Mother taught me to pray!<br/> <br/> Copyright 2009<br/> <br/> Jacob Nathaniel Shepherd <br/><br/><br/> |}
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