Beloved Brother Poem by Joshua Merchand

Beloved Bro; Fred Smith with a simple name;
Yet questions seem complex; it’s your game
'Be a pipe not the Pump' you cry to all
Open hearts, ponder minds, we hear your call.


When serving; I'll borrow your question to link;
Often they are challenged, 'I need to think.'
Comforter lifts me up; prompts me to say,
“Perhaps, you, with God’s help, can stay and pray”

First Quiet, then comes the Separation:
“You must be nuts! ” a few rebel
“Perhaps, some day, I’ll try” most dismiss.
“Ouch! I am changing! ” precious few admit.
“I need God; I open my heart floods waved
Jesus Christ is inside! ”- one percent saved.

You’re special; on your day; let me express;
Celebrate your day. friend, and God’s servant;
I love you, Brother Fred,
And say from the heart:
Thank you, JESUS CHRIST.