Fill Me With Your Spirit Lord

Here are two versions which dad wrote of his song “Fill Me With Your Spirit Lord”.
Fill me with your Spirit Lord,
Fill me up today,
Come sweet Holy Spirit, Lord
Teach me what to say
Show me how to live today
Lead me on my way, Fill me with your Spirit Lord,
Fill me up today.
by: Jack Exum

“Fill me” (#2) (2/18/90)
“Fill me with your Spirit Lord,
Fill me with your love.
Come sweet Holy Spirit, Lord,
Power from above.

With your Spirit may I speak,
Words that bless the heart.
Come sweet Holy Spirit (now)
Stay and don’t depart.”
by: Jack Exum

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Broken Toys

As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He is my friend.
But then instead of leaving him,
in peace to work alone;
I hung around and tried to help,
In ways that were my own…
At last, I snatched them back and cried,
“How could you be so slow!?”
“My child” he said, “What could I do?”
“You never did let go.”
(Unknown author)

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Thank You Lord

Thank you for Your Spirit Lord,
For being with me always, When I’m ‘down’ and lonely Lord,
Like I am today,
Thank you for Your Spirit Lord,
For being with me always
When times are dark and drear
As they are today,
Thank you for Your Spirit Lord,
For being with me always….”
by: Jack Exum Jr.

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To The Man Who Would Not Quit

All hail to the boy who raised his eyes,
And saw the greatness of the skies,
Who grabbed a fist of polluted air,
And began his walk up the stairs,
Even with braces that did not fit,
He was the boy that would not quit!

Like a shot of a gun, others passed by on a dead run,
They would say to the boy, as they passed him by,
You’ll never make it to the skies,
But in his slow pace, he just walked on,
He never stopped to rest or sit,
But with a smile on his face – in his heart a great song,
He was the boy who would not quit,

Graduation day came as he stood in the crowd,
Many were not there who had spoken so loud,
Yet the tassel and gown were a perfect fit,
For that crippled boy, who never did quit.
(Jack Exum)

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Walk A Little Plainer Daddy

   Walk a little plainer daddy,
Said the little boy so frail.
   I’m walking in your footsteps,
And I never want to fail.
   Sometimes your steps are very plain,
Sometimes they’re hard to see
   Just walk a little plainer daddy
For you are leading me.

I know that once you walked this way,
   Many years ago.
And what you did along the way
  I’d really like to know.
For sometimes when I’m tempted 
   I don’t know what to do.
Just walk a little plainer daddy
   For I must follow you.

Someday when I’m all grown up,
   You’re like I want to be.
Then I will have a little boy-
   Who’ll want to follow me.
And I sure want to lead him right,
   And help him to be true.
So walk a little plainer daddy,
   For I must follow you”

by: Melva O’Neal

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Mother’s Day

I found this news paper clipping amongst dad’s papers…. Word for word… here it is!
   “Jack Exum, minister of the Church of Christ, Largo, who rates tops as a preacher, tried his hand at a Mother’s Day poem this year and proved to be a punk poet even when his subject matter is good.”

   “To Mother On Mother’s Day ’50”
When and if we’re all together,
Once again at home,
Mother, father, sisters, brothers,
Just nine of us alone;

We’ll stop and think for a moment
Of just what God has lent
To us in the form of mother,
And just what she has meant.

To think of the days that are now gone by,
And bring them in dress review;
And turn back the pages of old Father time,
To a day in ’32.

Beulah was just then sixteen
And Marie was two years behind;
Mildred twelve and that was all,
Three better sisters you could not find.

Thomas was ten, Fred Junior was eight,
And Jim had just started to school;
And poor little me and mother stayed
At home the whole day through.

Let’s move the calendar up a year to 1933,
Kiss brother and sister off to school;
Wondering why it had to be.
Leaving you at home, all alone,
That you could not see;
Yet turning hand with mother would say,
“Just you and me”

Yet bring the date to ’36,
To that one great time in May
When we the children of her house,
Crowned her mother, “Queen for a Day”.

Silver and gold we had not much,
Nor presents to give away;
Yet she was our exclusive queen,
On this our Mother’s Day.

Yes, those were the good ol’ days gone by
Days that cannot be recalled,
Only in our remembrance,
And that’s the sad part of it all.

But now may you forever reign,
Upon this your only throne;
Service, love and helping others,
Our remembrance of you, dear mother.
Jack Exum

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