Chris Taylor Poems

Fresh sprinkle of morning rain
Early I rise to explore
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Boy, can we totally wreck and destroy our lives when we do things in our own power. I remember one sad day I was sitting on my couch thinking about my life, about my family and how everything got so messed up. I mean, I was trying for a double portion of blessings and instead I sowed a triple heaping of cursings. How can all of this go so wrong so quickly? How did all this hard work turn suddenly to dust? Then, the Lord spoke clearly to me; you were doing it YOUR way not My Way. You see, God’s plan is perfect. We can’t circumvent it, alter it, make adjustments to it or improve upon His perfection. We just need to obey him. The Almighty God loves you and I so much, that he has a plan for each one of us that is perfect, filled with many blessings and is not that hard to figure out as well.
Have you ever gotten your tire stuck in some mud. Most of us just gun the engine as we listen to the whine of rubber being erased slowly; while the wheel spins faster and faster getting us more stuck. After a while, our fervent hammering of the accelerator, produces such a deep burying of that wheel, we are just plain stranded where we are. This is how things happen when we do things in our own power. It always produces a loss of direction, a loss of communication and a deadly foundation of disobedience in our walk with God. Don’t bury that tire any further. Accept it: we are human and can’t fix any of our problems; that’s why Jesus had to die for us. After a while of honest reflection with God, I got tired of being a petulant, disobedient know-it-all and got down on my knees asking for God’s forgiveness and direction. So, how do we get His direction for our lives? It is so simple. No, really it is. Here is a bible verse that says it all: 2 Chronicles 7: 14 “if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” Here is the first step: humble yourself. You need to admit that you don’t have all the answers; because, believe me, you don’t. Second step: PRAY and SEEK God’s face. You have to want to find God’s path for your life and it starts with a prayerful heart that seeks God’s will. Last step: turn away from your sin, let’s call it what it is, sin, and make a conscious effort to leave your wicked ways behind you and obey His perfect will for your life. The second I did these 3 things, my life was on a new path, blessed of the Lord, filled with a sustainable energy and an assurance that God was in control and not me. If this is where you are right now in you life, stop where you are, don’t wait for tomorrow, or the kids to quiet down, but hit your knees, humble yourself, pray and seek God’s face, ask for forgiveness and turn away from your sin. God can’t wait to ” hear from heaven, forgive your sins and heal your land”.
I wrote this poem with the intentional imagery of God suddenly coming along side you to offer his help and take your heavy burden from you. He will not overpower you. His gentle question to you is: “Can I carry you my friend? ” How will your respond today?
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I was listening to my local Christian Radio station last month as I was traveling to work. The subject they were discussing was how the male and female brain are different in the way they organize and use the information they receive. They stated the man’s mind is like that of a waffle, each with its separate compartments. Us men like to have bits of info filed and filled into each appropriate compartments and we like to stick to the subject that each compartment is holding at the time. That’s why ladies, when we are focused on a particular subject, and you ask us something that is not along the same lines, you get that empty stare from us, we just don’t know how to handle that. Our brain was still in the previous waffled compartment. We don’t usual change subjects at a lightning like speed, like all you ladies are very adept at doing. Later, they began to say how a woman’s thoughts are like following a noodle in a huge bowl of spaghetti; a massive continuous piece that twists, turns and inter-loops at any direction, at any moment. While I was hearing this humorous and thought-provoking message about the differences in men and women, the Lord spoke to me about a wonderful passage in 1 Corinthians chapter 12. It speaks about how God has made us all different, and how much we need each little part of us to make a whole body of believers. I particularly love this passage from 1 Corinthians 12: 14&15 “Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body, ” it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.” Also, verses 18 and 19: “But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? ” Finally, verses 26 and 27 as well: “If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it. Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.”
This is usually a chapter that speaks about spiritual gifts, but I feel it does a great job of commenting on living in peace with all of our christian brothers and sisters as well. So, men, ladies, don’t fight over our differences. Don’t draw up battle lines and go to war about the things that God intended to be contrasting in the first place. We can sometimes sabotage our relationships with our help-mates when we criticize, or try to change, the nuances of the other person to make them a graven image of what YOU desire in yourself. Stop wasting valuable time on this earth and celebrate how wonderful God made your helper. Now, I’m not talking about keeping a closed mouth about character flaws like: sexual impurity, cheating, lying, stealing, those things need to be discussed and prayed through. I am speaking about the silly little arguments we seem to get in because each person in a relationship is constantly trying to change the other one to make themselves feel more comfortable. My wife and I used to spin our wheels doing this very thing. God showed us that it was a huge waste of our time and to pray for and cherish the things that make each of us unique. God always has a plan. He is never surprised and creates things in His perfect wisdom. So, don’t fight it, appreciate it for what it is: Waffle brains and Spaghetti thoughts. lol

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The day now upon us and dreary eyes awake
Children rush to open their take
Tiny vikings pillage their presents
Savages who can’t wait to see what grandma sent us
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just want to say right out front that the tone of this quick poem is a little harsh. I took this idea and pushed it way beyond what my wife has spoken to me on the matter. A writer goes to extremes and I thought pushing this in an insane direction would be more funny. This is meant to be humorous make us both smile. I probably will get punched by the wife for this one but, I just had to write about this. Sometimes we argue about the stupidest things. The story goes like this: She went off on my insensibility about morning condiments and I went into a dissertation about the God-given freedoms of being ABLE to put some butter on your jelly toast. We both need to chill out sometimes. Here is a little insight about our running butter war. Ah, the differences between men and women. Will the two ever meet?
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My thoughts run through my mind
like a marathon runner who pushes past the wall
Excerpts of today, yesterday and right now
Fill up behind my eyes and push my lids open
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A perfect plan detoured
An objective thwarted
My strength of foundation chipped
Like the salt soaked rain cracks concrete
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My faithful, dutiful commitment passes through the years
All sacrifices given freely and without measure
The growth of love is my charge
As a Templer Knight protects the grail with its service
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If my swollen face looks older than my age
The life-giving liquid is sure to be uncaged
My fingers will fly to the whole bean bag
And savagely rip open removing the tag
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You wind yourself through my town
Giving your flow and taking your space
A frozen platform you provide for my footfall
A living liquid tranquility my countenance has seen
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