My Poems

Poetry is not my main interest, but every now and then I will put pen to paper with a thought. I hope you enjoy reading them, and if you find a use for any of them please feel free to use them. If you find them helpful, I would appreciate an e-mail from you!


The following poem was written for an old pastor friend of mine. He had been a pastor for many years, but had been in declining health for several years. He had gone blind, and was a severe diabetic. Over the course of time, those he served had abandoned him. He lived alone with his wife, and had little contact with others due to his health. I met him through a visit one day, while on church visitation, and we became good friends. I ended up making weekly trips to his house to talk about the Bible, old times, how his week was going, and just generally formed a really good friendship over about a year. My brief visits turned into about an hour to an hour and a half each visit.

His name was Waylon, and one Sunday evening at church I received a call from his wife. Waylon had fallen and broken his hip. I rushed to the hospital just in time to see him before he died from a blood clot which had formed around the broken hip.

His wife asked me to do the funeral, and I was honored to do it. But it was very hard. I wrote this poem to read at his funeral.

"Where I Am Now"
by Thom Tapp

Don’t linger on the thought of death,
But think of life instead!
I’ve gone to be with Jesus,
Don’t think of me as dead!

I see splendor all about me now,
And walk on streets of gold!
I can see so clearly now,
Great beauty I behold!

Those who died before me,
Are gathering all around!
I now know joy eternal,
Shall evermore abound!

And now I see a brilliant light!
And those around me cheer!
I know it is my Jesus!
And my eyes are filled with tears!

Oh I’ve got to go now!
And praise my Savior’s name!
To throw my arms around Him,
Who took away my pain!

I now wait for you to come,
And join me in this place
Prepared for those who love Him,
Who long to see His face!

So do His will while we’re apart,
Love others in His name,
Give your heart to Jesus,
And praise His Holy Name!


This next poem expresses how I felt at a certain "moment" in time. My wife and I were going through some tough times, and I wanted to express it the best way I could. Let it be a lesson to anyone who has spent his or her life in service of others to the detriment of their own well being. While somewhat depressing, I hope you can feel what I wanted to express here.

The “Golden” Years

by Thom Tapp

Don’t call these years the golden ones,
it’s much too hard to bear.
I spent all my “gold” on medicine
and now I live in fear.
You say the journey is the thing
and your goal to live each day,
But my thoughts go to my yesteryears,
when I could run and play.

I worked and struggled hard to serve,
and help the down and out,
And now I find that others shun
my weak unsteady plight.
We spent our youth on lofty things
and put our needs aside,
My precious love who gave herself
to join me on this ride.

I can’t endure another tear,
another well wished word of cheer,
I now can see, as I look back,
that I have failed to care.
Not able now to do those things,
I once considered fun,
I find my love and I
have lost our will to run.

Don’t tell me that these years are best,
or age will bring it’s own,
Don’t tell me it’s been worth it,
while we deal with this alone.
Don’t think you know just how we feel,
because it is a lie,
The pain we feel is like a fire
that makes us long to die.

So if while young you put aside,
the things that bring deep joy,
To buy the time you need today
your missions to deploy,
Remember me, and my dear love,
cast aside, discarded,
And live for now, invest in joy,
and don’t be disappointed.


The following poems were written for various occasions in my ministry. Some were written to use in funerals I did, or for sermons I preached. A couple were written for my mother, or for Mother's Day. As I write more I will add them here.

The Quilt
by Thom Tapp

Upon my frame God’s mighty hand
has patched a quilt together,
A bit of joy, a patch of love,
and its fabric is forever.

A thread of tears, a splash of pain,
Both color this old quilt,
But God has covered all my sin,
There is no patch of guilt.


 If Mothers Had Feathers

If Mothers had feathers
When they were kind,
They would soar with eagles
The rest of the time!

If Mothers had flowers,
For working so hard,
The glory of sweetness
Would dwell in their yard!

If Mothers had stars,
For faithfulness true,
The night sky would blaze
With glorious hue!

If Mothers had colors,
For being  so true,
The vastness of space
Would be vestured in blue!

And if Mothers had all,
That they were due,
The vault would be breaking,
And her woes would be few.


The Entrance

What was it like as He entered that day…
and drank in the crowd’s adulation?
And what of the hopeful people He saw,
who looked to Him for salvation?
How could He not be encouraged by these,
who lofted His name with great joy,
And how could He not feel destiny’s hand,
this King who was Lord as a boy?
What thoughts did He ponder
as He passed through the gate,
And how did He hope to succeed,
For He knew He must come as a servant,
and soon He must die as a lamb.


I’m Free

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God has laid you see.
I took His hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now; He set me free.