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Written for and read during the funeral of Keith Frye Thursday, October 20, 1988. A friend approached one Sunday morn With furrow near his eye,

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles The wind blowing my hair and whistling through the trees The aloneness of the beach and roaring of

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Of course She hasn’t any problems Everything’s going her way The good life she has been given Bet

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles There’s a sailor who sails on the ocean Who alone faces restless seas Though other ships life safe

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Look at that beautiful flower How it has blossomed over the years It’s fragrance is sweet and refreshing

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Look at that beautiful diamond how it sparkles after all these years It’s beauty is shining and brilliant

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles I complained to the Lord; it was raining outside The winds were tossing me sore I expected the

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Take me back to days of laughter Days of sunshine that we shared Days when love was unimportant

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Self, who do you think you are That I should live only for you That I furrow my

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles I will set my goals on mountains While others climb just hills I will seek for God’s divine

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles I’m fainting in the garden shedding tears of agony. Crying out in deepest anguish for no hope I

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles (To My People) I used to sit in college class, And ask the sluggish year to pass; I

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles My little one, a thing named hatred calls you And it may seem that you have reason now

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Though sometimes I feel unworthy of the task I’m called to do I must keep my eyes on

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Who giveth this woman in marriage To be his wedded bride? Who giveth this woman in marriage To

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Instead of complaining about the cold And feeling blue as the snow’s looking old Feel the satisfaction of

a poem written by Dr. Jack Hyles Dear ocean, you are so deep You hold within you the unknown Mysterious things inside you sleep The

Written for and read during the funeral for Mr. Peter Rynberk, Wednesday, September 28, 1988. Dear God, I feel so strange today As at Thy