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(Updated March 22, 2022)



MY BOOK OF POEMS...

Written by Bernice "Shirley" Arvada Dillon Pierson
Contributed by Deanna Jean Adams Holm


This was written by my Mother, Bernice "Shirley" Arvada Dillon, at the tender age of thirteen years.

I like to think of these, not as poems,
But as expressions from deep within my heart.

Memories of days long past, Yet remain.
Things, so small then, Yet, when I look back,
they were so great. Oh! God let me not forget!

                                            Shirley



"Yes, even in my life, there was a little, old White Church.
People, who gathered there, didn't have a lot of money;
but, they sure had a plenty of Religion, Brother!"


Deanna's Aunt Buckie is standing on the porch landing.

"The Church Beside the Road"

There's a little white Church beside the road,
Where many people come and go.
And Worship Him, Who loved us so
To strive to more like Jesus grow.

Where songs of Jesus fill the Air
Then Grandpa kneels in prayer
Pours out his heart to Jesus there
Prays to gain a home where all is fair.

I do believe, but not for sure,
That Jesus slips in that Church door
As He did in days of yo're
And He too kneels upon the floor.

All is still oh! so very quiet
As Grandpa prays With All his might
Prays all will do what is right
To the sinner God would send the light

Prays for all sick, children and men,
That they'll be restored to health again.
Prays we'll all gain a home in the end
Then ends his prayer With the Word Amen!

Then preacher Wellman takes the stand
A Noble and God loving man.
Tells of Noah and his faithful band
Who believed that God was greater than Man

People laughed made fun of him,
And went on living in sin.
The Ark finished, His family all in,
All of the animals two of each in a pen.

The preacher, Wiping his face said then,
It grew dark and a terrible wind.
The lighting flashed, they realized then
And thought of how they'd sinned.

Forty days and nights the rain did pour
People were drown by the score.
They cried, they prayed, knocked on the Ark door.
It wouldn't open "God had sealed it before."

Mother's babies and all met their doom.
Large and small, there wasn't room.
On top of a Mountain to lay a spoon
Was terrible, there was no moon.

At last the rain did cease
The people in the Ark were released
They were saved out of all of these,
Who lived on Earth and did as they pleased.

A wonderful message He did bring
And then they all begain to sing
Their voices loud their echos ring
of Jesus and His Wondering things

Then the Preacher lifted his arms and said
As they all stood with bowed heads
Now Father bless all that has been said
And what we also read.

Each had his thoughts far and near.
Not ashamed to shed a tear.
For to them God was so dear
None of them had a fear.

Smiles on their faces, tears in their eyes.
They thought of the land in the sky.
All hoped to go there by and by.
There on Jesus rely.

We think of the Church beside the road
As we men and women older grow.
Think how wonderful and to know
We'll see them in Heaven as we did long ago.





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