Chris Taylor

A Journey With The Lord - Poem by Chris Taylor

Fresh sprinkle of morning rain
Early I rise to explore
Smell of water, vapor in the air
The feel of God’s blessing on my skin

My feet beat the path
All in rhythm, all in time
Passing houses, trees and plants
I let my Lord choose my course

A still, soothing silence grips my town
As it still sleeps and it still slumbers
Carrying my body just one more block
Gentle winds sway the maple’s branch to and fro

My mind is clear, my heart is content
Walking my route, talking with my God
And I am not one to miss the gift
Of creations splendor and the one who made it

Puffs of breath escape my lungs
each one having completed it’s job
To gather in the portion I need
Relying on faith in someone greater than myself

I round the corner towards my favorite park
So many children’s cries still echo from yesterday’s play
I am thankful for God’s continuation of life
And the changes each parent faces

Hydrangea, tulip and pine scents the air
Wondering if my prayers have the same fragrance in heaven
Smile gets wider knowing they are heard and received
Legs still churn, and progress is still made

Home stretch is now seen and now cars start to amass
Are there other people sharing their morning with the Lord
If only they could have traveled this small journey with me
They would have seen beauty, creation and hope
And known the peace that comes from a journey with the Lord

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 9, 2011

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