May 10, 1968 Spring Bare limbs gaining a Robe of emerald petals. Christ is glorified.
Sept 10, 1968 Ignominy Nature mourns the death Of Christ by stripping herself Naked in disgrace.
Oct 12, 1968 The Ultimate Truth Human need before Human law, the Law of God Ahead of them all.
Sep 18, 1970 The Navigator Our souls are like ships Lost in a squall until we Let Christ take the wheel.
July 24, 1975 If He Came Today If our dear Lord Jesus came today, Can you tell me what you would say? Would you be singing praises to His name Or hanging your head in sinful shame?
REFRAIN Where would He find you if He came In the church choir or a poker game? Would you be singing a Gospel song Or sneaking in from cheating all night long?
Would you be teaching Sunday School Or lying on your face a drunken fool? Would you be spending money on shady fun Or helping missionaries tell of the Son?
Refrain I do not sing this song to judge But from His Word, God will not budge. To be redeemed on that glorious day Belief in Christ is the only way!
Remember no matter what a man earns He will not buy salvation when the Lord returns! Brother, listen to what I say Live like He is coming today! Refrain full one time then Refrain fade out
Dec 15, 1975 Look and Live You laugh and mock and fail to see That Jesus the Saviour can set you free. I know who has caused your life to be so dark And has given you such a stone cold heart!
I know you cannot see sin's heavy chain And what has caused you so much pain. Satan has blinded your heart and mind So you cannot feel Christ's love Divine!
Brother, I have been there and I know How sin and shame can bring you low. I have felt the weight of the shackles of sin And know that alone you will never win!
I stand before you with tear filled eyes And mourn as in sin each of you dies! The Lord knows my heart full well That, I would gladly take your place in Hell!
Praise God that none of us need be there, If we submit to Christ's sweet care! Confess your sins and then repent! Accept the Saviour God has sent!
Our sins from our record He will negate, Then we will be allowed past Heaven's gate! Our works would only lead us to Hell! Accept the gift that will make you well!
Take God's gift of love, it is free! It will open your eyes that you may see That only through Faith by Grace Will any be saved from this sinful race!
January 30, 1976 Who Put You There? My Lord, Who put you there; Nailed between the earth and air? Who caused you blood to flow so free Upon the ground from that man-made tree?
Upon your head is a thorny crown. Why do you not plead to be let down? Lord, answer me, I really care! Tell me, Lord, who put you there?
Now I know why you did not fight! My eyes now see Thy Holy Light! O Son of God, Thy blood did spill To pay in full sin's costly bill!
The cross is the road that You have paved So a sinner might be saved! My God and Saviour, I finally see Who put you there was really me!
April 3, 1976 The Holy Spirit Thank you, Father, for the Holy Ghost! He is a gift of which I cannot boast. I did not earn Him for He was given in love From a righteous, merciful God above!
He does not speak of any glory of His own. He lives to insure that Christ's glory is shown. Christ had to die to set me free Then ascend into Heaven to send Him to me.
He dwells within me night and day And guides me on the righteous way. He convicts me of any sin into which I might slip So I can confess and remain in fellowship.
He encourages me as my life onward turns And seals me until my Lord's return! He is a gift that is often kept me from ruination. He has been with me since the day of my salvation!
This gift can be your, there is no limitation. It is designed for all from any nation. Accept Christ now so you may live! The Holy Spirit unto you, He will give!
April 16, 1976 Love Thou Reproof My son, if I spared the correction rod The paths of sin you would surely trod. Please, do not now my measures rate. Wait, until you pass through Heaven's gate.
I do not wish to rule you with iron hand. I desire to make you wise so you may stand Against all the evil life's sea sends forth And someday stand on Heaven's wharf.
Love thou reproof and always desire to find Wisdom that is pure from a source Divine. As a sailor needs a compass and chart, Your search will fail without Christ in your heart.
Secular knowledge soon fades into useless obscurity. What is rooted in Christ blossoms in eternity. Love not this world and be not led astray. Allow the Spirit to guide you in the righteous way.
Be not foolish and dislike correction. Allow God to give you His perfect direction. He is my Father and in love chastises me too. Should I love you less or do the same for you?
May 18, 1976 Pre-Rapture Meditations The day is growing quickly near, When I will leave this earth so drear. I will be engulfed completely by His sweet love In that glorious home somewhere above.
For twenty two dismal years His love and law, I spurned Then my Lord Jesus saved me from the Hell, I had earned. I could not love Him or look Him in the face If not for His blood and matchless grace.
I search my flesh and in it find no speck of good But, I know He saved me because He said He would. Any righteousness I may have is not really mine, It is the life that comes from the Everlasting Vine.
My finite mind cannot begin to comprehend A love for me that is without end. No one could even begin His portrait to draw For in comparison to His glory it would be a childish scrawl.
I am only a sinner saved by grace. Look not to me, as I still run the race. Rather look to Jesus Christ instead For it is He who has risen from the dead.
I still trip, stumble and fall. Only He is conqueror over all. He has elected me because I believed And from my burden of sin I am relieved.
He is coming soon to receive His own unto Himself And take His judgment vials from off the shelf. He will pour out His wrath on all Mankind Because they desired to be spiritually blind.
You can escape this dreadful curse And the sentence to Hell, which is far worse. Believe in your heart that Jesus is the Saviour God sent. Ask Him to save you; confess and repent.
It is easy to be saved, so do it today. To enter Heaven, Christ is the only way. Tomorrow He may take us in the wink of an eye And, I will be gone before you say "Good-
June 11, 1976 Why Condemn the Innocent? How often have you heard about Him Through someone voicing their frustrated whim? You hear His name throughout the day More often than not in a disgracing way.
He's very popular among the throng. They blame Him for everything that's wrong. When they are upset you will hear their voices ring, As they call upon Him to curse most anything.
Why do they feel so downright content To condemn without trial the innocent? They will take His name vainly and not even pause. Why do they hate Him without a cause?
They fail to see that Satan causes their strife And that only Jesus Christ can give them life. He left His peaceful Heavenly throne So He could make sinners His own.
They know, that in all of the Eastern culture lands, To speak against Buddha is to take your life in your hands. Why they speak against Christ, who made this land free, Or why Christians allow it is strange to me.
They laugh now, but I know full well They will not laugh when they burn in Hell. He loves them and He is pleading, accept, repent And stop condemning the innocent!
July 11, 1976 Sharing In our youth, everything was shared by me and you; Not only our possessions, but what we'd think and do. We shared the secret that Daddy was really Santa Claus And a tricycle was our joy despite how beat up it was.
Our minds were one when we built our castle with a moat. There was nothing we would not share from a frog to a new boat. We shared the money we earned from lawns that we would rake. Then came our first true loves and we shared our first heartbreak.
However, things have changed since we have grown, Even though we still share the things we own. Of such a friendship no one else could boast, Yet things get cool when I share that which I love the most.
I have found the truth and it has set me free. So I want share with you what Jesus has done for me. We talked of each other as brothers ever since we were boys But, without the love of Jesus that talk is a lot of noise.
Believe on Jesus and be saved so brothers we'll truly be. A brotherhood that will not fade but will grow eternally. Just think of it, we will no longer be two but three. With Jesus as our oldest, how blessed we would be!
I love you so much more than those distant years ago And my heart's yearning for you only God can really know. After all these years of sharing joy with you, my friend, Did you think I would not want to share joy that has no end?
August 3, 1976 Giving O Lord, teach me how to give My heart and soul that I might live. You seek gifts that are precious and rare. I only give what I feel I ought or dare.
I will give you all of my possessions that lie upon the shelf. I will hesitate and question before I give of myself. Good works I'll give you both day and night. What you desire is a heart broken and contrite.
I love you, Jesus, I really do And your loving favor I wish to woo. You saved me by Thy loving grace. Teach me how to run the race.
Your gift is for each and all everywhere. Please teach me, Lord, so I may share. I now have life, yet I cannot really live Until my Lord, I learn how to give.
Passover 1978 HE IS NOT HERE! The cross is now bare, But He was there. He gave His life upon that tree So He might save from sin both you and me. He arose and now sits there above Longing to give us His sweet love!
May 17, 1980 A Paid Lover? Do I praise only when the sun's not under cover? Do alleluias come only when the waves of blessing roll? Oh God, am I just a well paid lover Or do I love you from the depth of my soul?
The skies often grow black and life is so cold. No beams of love I perceive. Does then my Christian testimony remain bold Or do I, alone, in bitter silence grieve?
The tender words of a well paid lover, Is this what the Master truly desires? No, not ones who around the paymaster hover, But those whose hearts are raging fires!
Old Job, your love was certainly tried, Your soul sifted and doom your only cover. From the Bible's pages, God hast cried, "You're not well paid, but truly my lover!"
Yes, God poured out gifts from above And gave you more than you had at the start. These were not wages. They were tokens of love To the one who always loved God from his heart.
In my testings and trials that often abound, When there is no sense of peace from above, O, then in such a state let my heart be found That when Satan screams, "Paid, Paid!", I whisper, "Love."
Mar 7, 1983 Jesus Loves Me, Anyway! Lord, when I was a sinner, You know that I wasn't a winner. Now, I'm trying to quit my sinnin' And I still ain't good at winnin'.
I shed my good old Air Force blue To spend my life serving you And telling folks about your son, But your people said, I was too young!
We've gone and replaced worn out knees For a wall full of paper and degrees. T hey would have even had the nerve To tell old Peter that he couldn't serve.
You've got to have been preaching twenty years And know just how to tickle their ears. It doesn't matter how hot your heart may burn, Because they'll never give you the chance to learn.
Well, you know I'm feeling pretty sad And fighting the urge to turn bad. When they won't let you do what you should, You wonder, why even bother to be good!
Now that my GI career is done And job hunting is just no fun, Lord, I don't know what I'd do, If you didn't love me like you do.
You never said, life would be an easy sail And that I would never fail. Just give me the strength for what I must do, As I turn it all over to you!
May 5, 1983 UNLESS Life is nothing but grabbing for dollars. There is no God or Hell or so say the scholars. A gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave, That is all there is unless Jesus will save.
I must sing, dance, and definitely get high, Since this is it, there is no by and by. If I lie, steal, and cheat I will do rather well. There is just one rub, what if there is a Hell?
I have studied Rousseau, Kant, and Descartes, you see, So what is this crucified Saviour to me? I have got money to burn and fine wine to quaff, But, what if this resurrection thing is not a laugh?
I have followed the Buddha and done yoga for awhile, But being a repentant sinner is just not my style! After all, a gasp, a giggle, a gurgle, a grave That is all there is unless Jesus does save.
Apr 28 1992 STAND FAST When life gets bizarre and you're feeling mighty tense. Remember Grace is God's Rices At Christ's Expense. When temptations abound and you are weak in the knees, Take hold of the promises and stand fast in your liberties.
Times can get tough and into sin you may fall. Confess it and rejoice that you are free from the law. Burdens may get heavy and you will not feel very blest. Take His yoke upon you and in Him learn to rest.
When Satan laughs in your face and you want him to flee, Plant your feet on the Rock and shout, "Christ liveth in me!" Take the offensive! Use the Sword and the Shield! Put on the full armor of God and never, never yield!
Some preach Christ, in truth, and others to cause strife. S ome just like to play God in your life! Ignore the doctrines of men, no matter what their degree! Gird on the Truth, for it has made you free!
Oct 25, 1992 The Poor Boy Can't Survive He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low, A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go. The job's no good, his home life's bad, He lost the best friend he ever had.
Everyone has rights, he's got his, too Although he'd never know it by talkin' to you. He listens to all the junk, you have to say, But if he speaks his mind there's Hell to pay!
REFRAIN: The poor boy can't survive, no sense bein' alive. The poor boy can't survive.
He's a college grad and a veteran of Nam, Still he's got no respect for himself as a man. The only job he could get was for minimum wage. He just can't stop the inner rage.
The alcohol doesn't help him pull through. The only pride he has is in the Red, White, and Blue. He just can't provide for his child and wife. The pain's too much so tonight he'll take his life.
REFRAIN: He's done all he can, there's more he can do. Guess it's time to bid this world adieu! He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low, A .44 in his hand, he's ready to go.
The phone starts to ring. There's a man on the line Saying Son, I've got a message for you, that's Divine! Jesus died for you. You know that it's true. He's standing there reaching, waiting to save you.
He's sitting on the bed, his head hanging low, With tears in his eyes, he gives God his soul.
REFRAIN: With Jesus, the poor boy can survive! Thank God, He is alive! With Jesus, he can survive! (Sung to the tune of A Country Boy Can Survive)
Mar 25, 1993 Turn Out The Lights Pain so bad it bends you over. Turn out the lights, the party's over. Forty years old, my life's barely a flash. Worried to much about earning cash.
The kids are raised, that makes it better. Wish I had taken time to write that letter. Yesterday, every was cool. Worried about retirement, what a fool.
Two more years to pay off the old car. Funny, it doesn't matter as they wheel you into ER. Pain's getting worse, it's harder to breathe. Guess I should have taken more annual leave.
Wished I'd done things different, looking back. Must be sleeping, peering into black. I feel a thud and jolt as I start to shake. A heck of a way to get a guy awake.
It's over now, I feel a little chill. They must have given me a sleeping pill. Then wham, there's a blinding light. Must still be ER, everyone's dressed in white.
Man, I feel better than I've felt in my whole life. With a smile, I look around for my wife. Then it dawns on me, Man, I'm dead. This is where my life story will be read.
There's a flash of hope, but a crush of despair. I feel it is not at all well I will fare. I remember my sins. I remember them all. Then a stately figure my name does call.
I move slowly towards Him. I cannot look in His face. I feel like the lowest scum of the human race. He sighs and shakes His head as He reviews my works. Why did I have to be the King of the Jerks?
He speaks, and says, "There's not much you did well There are much better men already in Hell. There's church attendance and service, I'll give you that. But when it comes to righteousness, you fell severely flat."
I confessed that I lost most of my battles with sin And know by works, Heaven I could never win. My only plea, my only hope against eternal loss Is that Your Son died for me on an old rugged cross.
The record should show that on April 6th, 1975, believed that Jesus was dead, but now is alive. I asked for His righteousness and He promised to take my sin. That is my only hope of Your gates to enter in.
I looked to my right and there stood the Lamb. He had come to my side and took me by the hand. He confirmed that I was His sheep that had strayed. He stretched out His hands and said, "By these wounds, his debts are paid."
I fell to my knees and wept and confessed. He said, "Weep no more, you're forgiven and blessed. You became my adopted child, on that April day. I was beside you even when you would stray."
There was another flash of light. I heard voices yelling with all their might. "He's back. He's back.", someone said in a tone of prayer. I was confused and wondered if I was really there.
Later, in my room, I spoke not a word. I pondered the things that had occurred. I know I did not die or I would not be back. God just knew how to get me back on the right track.
I was given a vision to confirm I was a son And that I could not undo what I had done. A new life was given to me and new sight, too. I now walk with a different point of view.
Money is fine, if kept in its proper place. However, it's not what is truly valuable to the human race. All the things we do to keep from being bored Will count very little when we see the Lord.
It is not often, you get to start twice. This time, let it not be me who lives, but Christ. Grant me the grace that I may not fail That I may look forward to when through the clouds I'll sail.
You have given me a brand new race. Lord, let me not your name disgrace. I want to be able to look in Your face And run to receive Your loving embrace.
April 2, 1993 GO! Unto the slaves of sin and woe Our Lord God has commanded us to go. The Lord said go and you haven't left yet? You say that it is raining and you might get wet?
You say that the wind is raging and cold. Just leave it to the young, as you are too old. I can't believe what meets my ears. It's enough to bring angels to tears.
Did Jesus say, it's warm in my bed Or wait until by belly is fed? He could have said, maybe some other day or time. You know I work hard and have to play some time.
It's not the Father's will that any be lost. He paid the price, but we will not bear the cost Of saying no to our flesh and say it, our sin To find that lost and dying soul to win.
We have our pride. They might say no. The commandment just tells us to go. Not all will believe, call out, and repent. Most often people killed the prophets God sent.
Someone told you, a friend or some kin, Or into this family you would have never gotten in. You take for the granted the gift from above. You've forgotten the purpose of Calvary's love.
If this old world is looking rather bleak and drear, It's because you've forgotten who you are and why you are here. Renew your commitment to the One who saved your soul, Then heed the commandment, don't stand there, GO!
June 27, 1993 Rejoice When I'm lying on my dyin' bed Shed no sorrowing tears for me. I've been feeding on the Living Bread And He'll take care of me.
I've been drinking from that Heavenly flow That knows no Earthly end. The Holy Spirit speaking to my soul, Says I'll be in Heaven, my friend.
It matters not whether we're young or old When we pass from this temporal way. As long as we walk those streets of gold In God's bright eternal day.
Because of old Calvary's tree, I'll see the one who died for me. So sing the songs of victory And rejoice when I am free!
October 20, 1993 Bema I sought to be carried to God on flowery beds of ease. Now, I kneel before Him upon fearful trembling knees. Others gaze upon His glorious face while I can only look down. My life lies before me in ashes I can give Him no crown.
There were those who called me to the Heavenly fight, But I thought it enough to be saved by Gospel light. I lived to satisfy my every selfish whim. No sacrifice did I ever make for Him.
I struggled for just a little more ease and gold. I never sensed how my heart had grown cold. Doing what I pleased; playing it safe with my life. I never felt the sting of persecution or strife.
If Christianity would have been a punishable crime, There would have not been enough evidence for me to do time. Yes, I appeared at the church house now and then And sang about Jesus as my Savior and Friend.
All I cared about is destroyed and gone. I cannot sing sweet Zion's song. Saved and forgiven, I shall not be lost, But no joy abounding since I did not count the cost.
I thought it would not matter when I got here. After all, did He not promise to dry every tear. If only I'd thought of the sorrow I now see in His face I would have run a much more faithful race.
Be careful, my brethren of how you live Or only wood, hay, and stubble will you be able to give To the One who redeemed you by His grace And you too will see tears upon His face.
Oct 13, 1994 Where Will You Be? When the clouds burst open where will you be? Will there be joy in your heart when Jesus you see? Will you be running to hide from His face Or standing there with your head hanging in disgrace?
It surely is coming and the time is near at hand When Jesus comes to take his children to the promised land. You played long enough saying one day I'll get saved. The road to Hell by good intentions has been well paved.
Yes, I saw Jesus breaking through the sky And I thanked God that by His grace I'll never die! In a grave one day they might put this old shell, But I'll be at the throne praising the one who saved me from Hell.
Even so, come Lord Jesus, old Brother John did say. Are you really looking forward to that resurrection day? Do you dread the day He comes down from above Because for you, it won't be filled with peace and love?
When the Grim Reaper comes with his mighty plow Will you value the things that you value now? It's time to stop your silly song and dance. Call on Him to be saved while there's still a chance!
June 3, 1995 Christian Soldiers Brothers united To take a stand for Christ. What a mighty host!
Sep 23, 1995 Rise Up, Fellow Soldier There is power in the blood and victory in the Cross, So why, Child of God, do you mourn like all is lost? Take up your mighty sword, the blessed Word of God And march into the battlefield where other Saints have trod.
When in joyful, singing faith, we do them assail, The Gates of deepest Hell have no chance to prevail. Satan's host may seem so many and so very strong, Yet, before the toughest battle, we can sing the Victor's song.
The Captain of the Hosts has already won the fight And filled the darkness with His Shekinah light! There is no foe that He has not already overcome. The spoils are there waiting, so let's take us some.
The time is short and there is so very much to do. You cannot imagine what Christ can do in you. So rise up, my fellow soldier, and quit your looking down! L ook up to Him who shares with you the glorious Victor's crown.
11/18/95 Thankfulness Thanking people is sometimes hard to do. Lord, it should be so easy to thank You! Indeed, it is a mystery without a clue. The easiest thing we seldom, or never do.
It is good, My Lord, you do not bless Unless we are in a mood of thankfulness. How sad we would be; shedding many a tear To only get your blessings once a year!
With the amount of thanks, that we give, Glory be, they are not required for You to live! Our heads would hang low with faces red, For oh, dear God, You would be dead!
Lord, at our tables this Thanksgiving, draw near And teach us to thank You each day of the year. Lord, not a quick thing before we eat or sleep! Let the river of thankfulness run soul deep!
Aug 8, 1997 K. I. S. S. Theology You know you’ve got to keep it simple, Saint. Don’t try and make it what it ain’t. God said to accept Him like a child And not let your doctrines run hog wild.
Just preach Jesus, for us crucified And that will keep folks from being fried. Rejoice in that fact that He has risen And forget about this and that ism.
God won’t care where you got your degree. He’ll only ask, “What did you do with Me?” Cling to him and not your denomination If you want to escape eternal damnation.
Some will argue loud until they faint, But you’ve got to keep it simple, Saint. Your theology may be grand and swell, But lots of theologians end up in Hell.
So go on, get up, get out, and go To tell the ones who do not know. Remember, unless you want to be considered nuts or quaint, You’ve got to keep it simple, Saint!
April 22, 1998 Split Ribs
God split Adam’s ribs to make Mama Eve. Adam had to endure a little pain for his blessing to receive. We all try and run and hide from life’s sorrow and pain, But there ain’t no rainbows without a little rain.
They couldn’t split Jesus’ ribs when they pierced Him. God’s word stands true in spite of man’s evil whim. On Calvary, God’s Son endured such terrible pain. His love in action became our greatest gain.
He’s going to split some ribs when He enters that Eastern gate. If you’re going to get saved, you better not wait! We are His Bride, His rib, and one day we’ll split the sky. There we’ll spend eternity where joy’s river never runs dry.
So split open your ribs and let the Great Surgeon in T o purge your sick heart of its burden of sin Or one day you’ll split Hell wide open when you die And oh, how more than your ribs will hurt as you’ll forever cry.
Aug 22, 1998 Jesus, Rednecks, and Me Jesus was a redneck like me I know. So many places in the Bible tell me so. He was born in a barn and slept on a hay trough bed. So, I know that Jesus' neck must be a little red.
His step-daddy was a carpenter with calluses on his hand. Jesus traveled by foot or mule in His Southern homeland. He never received a degree from any ivy-league schools, Yet he made the high flautin' city doctors look just like fools.
He hung around with fishermen in their Judean bass boats And he knew the difference between the sheep and the goats. He spent most of his time with the social outcasts and the poor. Just like a Southern gentleman all were welcome at His door.
He went from one to another little Israeli rural town Teachin' underneath the blue sky a sittin' on the ground. He took His lessons from the land and the lowly beast. He's even workin' up a Church Homecoming Feast!
I don't have to do no fancy talkin' when I kneel in prayer And just like my best friend Pete, He is always there. We spend time at each other's houses though He is mostly at mine. By listenin' to His holy words I can walk that narrow line.
One day those city folks nailed Him to an old rugged Cross. What would be my everlasting gain was their eternal loss. Like that mighty Mississippi that river of blood flooded my soul And saved me from torment in the Devil's flaming water hole!
You can be a city slicker, a country boy or from some little town, But unless Jesus saves your soul one-day to Hell you will go down. Call upon Him while you can from sin to set you free. He can do it for you, cuz He saved an old redneck like me.
July 15, 00 The Rock The rock! The rock! The forces of evil rage Around me like a wildfire! Fears, doubts, and failures Howl fiercely within me, But I will stand. I WILL STAND On the Rock, on the Rock! That Rock is Jesus!!
Feb 17, 2004 Today Alas, Alas, my youth is far spent! Where could have those fifty years went? On my soul, I am just a child. In my body, aging runs too wild!
I cannot bemoan the years that are past. I must live the today that runs so fast. Tomorrow may come, but no one knows. Today is the only chance for our souls.
Memories of sin flood my head. Without the grace of God I’d be dead. Tears abounding cannot cleanse these sins. The Blood of Christ alone saves our skins.
Yesterday I failed Him and today as well. These and tomorrow’s sins on His shoulders fell. How can I deny Him to be my soul’s Boss, When He saved me from Hell and eternal loss?
The sun of my life is setting it’s almost gone. Yet today He gives me a vibrant joyful song. His Cross the only road to Heaven paved. Today, Christ assures me that I am saved.
Today, my friend, come to His arms. Receive forgiveness for the sin that harms Not only your body but also your eternal soul. Call on Jesus now! He will make you completely whole!
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow not sure. Today is the time to receive His cure. Don’t hesitate! Please trust Christ today! Then we’ll walk with Him in that eternal day!
2005 Death of a Marriage When men abdicate And women pontificate Nerves begin to grate Actions agitate, irritate, and aggravate Angry words proliferate So they bicarbonate and medicate Until they separate In a fit of hate From the one they chose as a mate Thus their family they decimate By swallowing satan’s bait Instead of allowing God to participate In the bond they did consummate.
Sept 2, 2006 “Hey, Jew Boy!” Some said it behind your back. Others were not so coy. Their words like a whip did crack When they’d shout, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
You may have learned to fear To admit just who you were. How many times did you shed a tear When you heard that awful slur?
I’ve endured words and deeds as cruel. For years thinking I was just a Goy. Now like finding a precious hidden jewel I’ve learned that I may be a Jew Boy!
While you have grimaced in pain and shame I take it as an honor without giving them a look. If someone decides to call me that name It only proves that he’s the sorry schnook!
Years of taunting can take their toll But I’ve learned to count them a joy Since the One who died to save my soul Suffered worse than hearing, “Hey, Jew Boy!”
If I am blessed to be kin to the mighty Jews of old Whom God used to write His Story of His Son Then I’ll shout it loud, and be right bold Lest I be ashamed when my battle’s won!
So, my friend, let them taunt and jeer For they know not of with what they toy. Their time will come when they will fear When they stand before the King “Jew Boy!”