A Haven From The Sea
He was tied to the wheel,
The sailor had no choice.
A storm was approaching,
Already drowning all voice.
Waves crashing; wind on the rise,
Sails down and lashed to their mast.
As the sailor steers to shore,
A light begins to slide past.
Hatteras Island is growing near,
The lighthouse light is seen.
Too late to steer the ship away,
Waters swirl, rough and green.
A sudden jolt shakes the bow,
Cracking sounds reach their ear.
Each brave sailor-one and all
Fear they�ll lose a life held dear.
Rocky shores welcome the ship,
Knocking at the wooden keel,
Harder and louder the sounds
That can be felt through the wheel.
Suddenly it�s over�they�re safe,
A cove, a haven from the sea.
Captain and crew rejoice,
And praise God in the lee.
�John Taylor
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The Price Of Sin
In the garden so many years ago
Came a serpent bent to an evil task
A whisper was heard by the mother of man,
�Eat this fruit, nothing else will I ask.�
Eve took a bite from that denied her,
God had said of this you shall not eat.
Adam offered a bite by his wife,
To be with her he accepted defeat.
The bite Adam took caused our death,
Mankind was sinless no more.
Evil had entered into the world,
But God would defeat it, this he swore.
Ages had to pass before it was time,
To fulfill God�s plan made before creation.
He would come down as a man
Jesus would remedy a sinful situation.
God as man had to pay the price,
Only one without sin could.
Nailed to a cross between heaven and earth,
Jesus died for our sins on that rough wood.
Jesus alive, hallelujah and amen,
A resurrection to complete God�s plan.
Forever to reign in heaven on high,
The Lamb whose blood was shed for man.
�John Taylor
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In The Beginning
In the beginning there was no sound,
Just emptiness where creation was bound.
There was no light because it had not been spoken,
The Earth was not here, not even a token.
When was this all taking place, you might ask,
Before God decided it was time to take up the task,
Of making a place for his creation to live.
You see, everything he makes is His to give.
All that He made was delight in His eyes,
Each one to please Him without any lies.
Perfect was His word and all his creation,
Nothing can change it for all generations.
Nothing was left out for it was His plan.
Sight, Sound, Seas and Earth, God then made man,
From the clay of the Earth and breathed in life.
On the last day He rested and looked ahead at our years of strife.
�John Taylor
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Looking Through The Fence
If there were a hole in a fence between earth and hell,
We could look at where we might eternally dwell.
If our ways we did not change and accept God�s plan,
A glance thru the fence would tell it to man:
�This is where you�ll be if you don�t accept me.
Now get down to pray upon your knee.�
Every time we failed, we could go to that fence,
Put our eyes to it and then commence
To pray for strength and forgiveness too
And remember what God said he would do.
�John Taylor
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