The Cool Of The MornA Poem by Chris TaylorA piece about treasuring you quiet time with the Lord.The Cool Of The Morn by Chris T. The treasure of knowledge of you and me I can’t affix a price; for its value is beyond measure. I rise, before sunrise, before household chatter And bend at the knee to reach heaven This communion, this confab, sets my day right, And all is well with my world. Pressing deeper, harder and to the special place That you have carved out for us. From my lips spill thanksgiving and praise I refuse to bark requests to the throne of grace. Each moment spent on others and their needs Your instruction is unselfish and teaches me to be upon the rock of humility Never a second wasted between you and I Even though I can’t hold up my end of the bargain, Your acceptance and grace covers me Like fleece blanket on a cold Alaskan day. Though you quench my thirst, you place a hunger as well Sustaining my life, but drawing me closer for a deeper fill I can’t get enough when I press in When my priorities are arranged just so And when I am old and my mind has lost its edge Please call to my heart to meet in the usual place The spot where I learned the unknowable things Where I found a savior who was willing to speak in the cool of the morn. © 2012 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on August 12, 2012 Last Updated on August 12, 2012 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.. |

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