HopeA Poem by Chris Taylor
A poem about hope and where it comes from
a poem by Chris T.
Though this long day gnashes at my heel and claws at my soul;
And though my flesh grabs tightly wrestling for control,
I take my peace in my God of Hope.
For bills that reach skyward in a tower of debt,
Can only try to ebb away at my ability to cope.
Tempting me to gather my strength in worry and fret.
But that will not crumble my tower of hope.
For my castle’s not built with mortar or stone.
Nor is it fashioned with man’s help alone.
For I look above the wisdom of man,
And watch and pray to get my heavenly plan
So, struggles will come in the worst of times;
Making life hard and such a steep climb.
Striving and toil is a slippery slope.
For my faith’s in God in which is my hope.
© 2012 Chris Taylor
Sioux Falls, SD
AboutI 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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