Because of listening, he brought me
Realizations that I’d found my God
My Jesus, my Holy Spirit, some 30 years
Ago plus a few months. This at Christmas
Tide, December 10, 2017, realizations
In Grace divine, Oh my Jesus keeper
Of lambs, you found me as seven
Year-old-boy at Baptist altar call,
At baptism through the different John
This man unfit, he says, to lose your shoes,
Oh, Jesus, this is me, I humbly ask
Please resurrect this seven-year-old boy
And you have done so, as I was of my choice
Given over to your Glory; oh, Jan my pastor
You prayed with me, U of Iowa gave you a gift of beautiful
Waterfalls, this water gave me passage at seven
To thy glory, for I was at the age of comprehension
You, oh Reverand Kleever you brought me
Under Jesus love, which as for this young,
Young Creature found Jesus, yet I strayed
I was that lost Lamb until I put down that first drink
July 22, 1987–thus, began my journey
To Thy throne of God, giving testimony at those
Who would put down the drink, my essence, my God
Yet I was stained, I stole money from my family,
Pocketed with cameras, now with my one own
A charge card must pay back every nickel, this
My amends to family and myself, this last
Purchase of photo editing program, which
I am finally ready for, oh God to forgive me, once
Again books, and this electronic reader device
To read the books, Miss Anderson, for in kindergarten
I was with high IQ as my father, his IQ was high
With applied mathematics, me with music
Of the word, oh Jan Gross, you opened sacred
Books in this my color reader, last Kindle Fire
Of glory, the Bible of my ancestors brought
To life, as Reinhold Neighbor preached
High sermons, the allegory of Dante, the
King James eternal poetry Elizabethan,
Finally John Milton, and St. Agustin in his
His fullness, and connections with the world at $60,
This last reader, as with my simple $60
Black and white, stolen at this Active Generations
Surprised at just a few intellectual books, me, and frozen
For any future user, this by Amazon commands, I am
Free, found one of equal value, much, much more
Tablets of the Lord, full glory in free books,
Bibles, amplification, on December 10, 2017,
This responsibility once again in inventory, built
On God’s own responsibility to pay in full value
In final camera, final reader, final editing tools
For this, my other Art form to Glory of my God
Pictures of His Natural World so these I vow to Jan
Will be my final purchases to repay with this first
Payment of $165, then on to $170, I will glorify
God, give over to knowledge full like Adam
By the sweat of my brow, and this my songs like King David
But see, I’m true to my wife, to my dearest, I have given
Fine tablet at higher prices, she has benefited from color
For her eyes are not sharp, and neither are my two
Orbs of the bluest like her’s we stand as equals yet
Today, me with my God in Glory Land, I have
Finally come home, ner to rest until death we do part
Unlike David or Adam, Adam’s son to murder, David
To commit adultery and murder, I am a thief to recompense
Now to make full amends, full Glory in song and sight,
My readers my sacrifice, my baggage, my weight
To honor God, and legs repaired with titanium,
I will never see again fullness with my own eyes,
Never walk fully in age, I give to God, I make my butterflies,
My water, earth, and air, we will repay in beauty as with
Dollars, my allowance, printing poems, and legacy,
For my daughter, she will continue without my fear,
She finally may, yes, will find partnership, as did mother,
Father our gift to her, but my millstone also tumors, my
Genetic makeup, no grandchild will she have for us, she
Will remain barren because we must look to grandnephew
To be our hope in high IQ, and our hope for my father,
The gift to nephew, brother, this amends, this money
From great granddad, his purse opened for the child, his
Money a gift from me as well, as I am a go-between for my
Father, to glorify, this child will find gratitude, as completeness
In education, our all, our gif to God, perhaps Milton, perhaps
Leibnitz calculus, or in words, unlike blind Milton
Never to exploit daughters, never to trample on great grandpa’s
Name, he will find Jesus, he will complete the deeds of my father
Grandpa’s sons, and his grandsons, and money will be no problem
This I predict, in Legacy, not to waste, Grandpa’s gift, he will
Find occupation to glorify his God, and he will know Jesus,
Hudson Douglas Taylor, to carry on our family name
Creating beauty as his possibility, his gifts to use, like
His grandfather in sound, his great uncle in the word, his
Father in hard work, but to complete as his mother
Schooling, effort to Glorify God, Holy Spirit, to find Christ
To find honesty, his mother will teach him, as did, Chuck
And Doug’s mother, Dorothy gift of God, Leonard finally
His rightful name a Taylor, swift the fullest hand’s, eyes,
Mind in Education because of his mother, he will succeed.
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We will add rightful thoughts as my words fall naturally int place!
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