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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Chris Taylor : Writing

Pens Dipped In The Ink Of My Own Blood

Pens Dipped In The Ink Of My Own Blood

A Poem by Chris Taylor


Pens Dipped In The Ink Of My Own Blooda poem by Chris T.When the cruel pens have been dipped in the ink well of my ownbloodAndallthe false witnesses h..
Can I Carry You My Friend?

Can I Carry You My Friend?

A Poem by Chris Taylor


Can I Carry You My Friend? a poem by Chris T. Can I carry you my friend?Your body is so weary, in need of a liftMay I walk along side you?And be you..
My Deliverer

My Deliverer

A Poem by Chris Taylor


My Delivererby Chris T.My deliverer is not a pre-packaged mealHe is not dead like cold hard steelThe efforts He makes are not in vainAnd His Son take..
I Just Don't Want To Get Up Today

I Just Don't Want To Get Up Today

A Poem by Chris Taylor


I Just Don’t Want To Get Up Todaya poem by Chris T.I am weary beyond my capacity for recoveryThe feeling of marrow pushing through bone; through..
A Champion Of The Sick

A Champion Of The Sick

A Poem by Chris Taylor


A Champion Of The Sickby Chris T.When you feel led to abandon your lifePutting aside hopes, dreams and wantsAnd fellowship becomes the account of whic..
My Music Unto Thee

My Music Unto Thee

A Poem by Chris Taylor


My Music Unto Theea poem by Chris T.Your music you have givenTo an undeserving handTo an unfruitful mindBut your gift of grace has written the notes o..
That Peaceful Smile

That Peaceful Smile

A Poem by Chris Taylor


That Peaceful Smileby Chris T.Did I meet thechallengeat its placeHas the lesson fallen asunderWill I look it in its faceOr, will my effort be a blunde..
This Knot On My Shin

This Knot On My Shin

A Poem by Chris Taylor


This Knot On My ShinBy Chris TaylorBruised, banged and gnarled on my shinIs the evidence of lessons I’ve taken inI push, I bear down, I kick aga..
Blocking The View Or My Shoes

Blocking The View Or My Shoes

A Poem by Chris Taylor


It is so easy to lose control. We are just so sinful by nature and we always run to find something that will fill us up inside; instead of the Father&..
Journey With The Lord

Journey With The Lord

A Poem by Chris Taylor


I have always loved to walk. I don’t know why; but it has been that way since I was very young. The silence and the rhythm of my movement seems ..