Deaf,Blind And Mute Was IA Poem by Chris TaylorSometimes during our different places God has us in our lives, you occasionally meet a very difficult person. I have such a person that I see every once in a while. Their life is such a mess. Every stDeaf, Blind And Mute Was I by Chris T. I couldn’t fix it myself, this mess I was in. Nobody’s to blame. Just little old me and my shame. I’m told from birth, going back to Adam, My sin was attained and fully mine to bear. Where could I turn, for help, for hope, for a new beginning? I put it off, this debt of mine. Was carried, toted, as a young man. Fists turning to granite and heart to stone, Eyes were fixed to the ground and downcast was my soul. Is there a way to be fed that might last more than a day? So faint was the call, like a whisper drifting on a breeze. If I didn’t notice, it did not go away and it still called out to me. The words spoke, froze me in my place, like the hit of a sniper’s bullet, So far away and so unaware. Will I go any further without its welcome voice, its timbre and calming tongue? And swarming in a midst of hate, viper strikes and the hammer of condemnation, Your love pierced through the dark clouds like a brilliant shaft of light, Bringing a gentle, all-encompassing love that spoke of my value. For just the love of me, in my sin, in my shame, You called with a voice so beautiful, so holy and so filled with peace. I have heard of your power, mighty power, to create life by speech, To bring into existence the most complicated things just by expelling the air in your lungs. True, these are awesome, and incredible, and unattainable for my fragile hands, But I am dumbstruck by your power to save life, to reach down into hell and snatch it back. To restore hearing to the spiritually deaf, and open the eyes of the devoutly blind, Bringing a mute voice into utterance, about a God, a Son, a Spirit And the missing piece that I have always been looking for. © 2011 Chris TaylorReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 31, 2011 Last Updated on August 31, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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