Though I am not an accomplished poem writter,

I just had to write my feelings down on paper.

There are probably some grammatical mistakes

such as spelling.  Just please overlook those.

Pastor Tom Hulette

May/1998 Graduate of Hyles-Anderson College             A   TRIBUTE   TO   Dr.   Jack   Hyles

                    A mentor, that's what you were.

                    Ever teaching God's simple plan

                    Loving every fallen man

                    Giving wholly as God's firebrand

                    A mentor, that's what you were.

                    A preacher, that's what you were.

                    Doling out needed alms

                    While gently leading us so calm

                    Reminding us of healing balm

                    A preacher, that's what you were.

                    A father, that's what you were.

                    Showing us in God's Word

                    How to raise and undergird

                    A loving family from you we heard

                    A father, that's what you were.

                    A teacher, that's what you were.

                    Ever giving truths you learned

                    For in your heart you did yearn

                    That our hearts for God would burn

                    A teacher, that's what you were.

                    A soul winner, that's what you were.

                    Always sharing the Roman's road

                    For you wanted to take their load

                    And make Heaven their sweet abode

                    A soul winner, that's what you were.

                    A son, that's what you were.

                    Giving joy to a mother grand

                    though meager life made you stand

                    But made you God's greatest man

                    A son, that's what you were.

                    A grandfather, that's what you were.

                    Giving gifts to pass on down

                    A heavenly zeal and a crown

                    A heritage not stripped down

                    A grandfather, that's what you were.

                    A freedom fighter, that's what you were.

                    Fighting for our very rights

                    Carrying on till late at night

                    Making sure we were safe till light

                    A freedom fighter, that's what you were.

                    An educator, that's what you were.

                    Making sure we could get through

                    Our English grammar and rithemetic too

                    And even Greek to keep us true

                    An educator, that's what you were.

                    A scholar, that's what you were.

                    Mr. Nelson would ask of  you

                    And Oliver B. Green  thought you were true

                    When you preached it hard at B J U

                    A scholar, that's what you were.

                    A friend, that's what you were.

                    For if once you were a friend

                    To them you'd always an ear to bend

                    And even if they'd rail and rend

                    A friend, that's what you were.

                    An American, that's what you were.

                    You'd fight for her no matter what

                    You'd  rescue a flag bedraggled or not

                    You'd decry the cowards of Clinton's lot

                    An American, that's what you were.

                    A Pastor, that's what you were.

                    You gave your heart to those in need

                    And it mattered not what crime or deed

                    For back to God you did lead

                    A Pastor, that's what you were.

                    A counselor, that's what you were.

                    You made me special when I would go

                    To talk of plans, my future to know

                    And you always to me would show

                    A counselor, that's what you were.

                    A friend, that's what you were.

                    You wanted to be like Jesus so much

                    So a friend you became to such    

                    You gave to me a loving touch

                    A friend, that's what you were.

                    A child of God, that's what you were.

                    Your life so shined in darkest hour

                    A beacon high on shiny tower

                    Spreading forth with mighty power

                    A child of God, that's what you were.

                    A husband, that's what you were.

                    To Beverly you did show  your love

                    You made her queen so far above

                    No other would do she was your dove

                    A husband, that's what you were.

                        

                                        BY: Pastor Tom Hulette