Poets & Preachers: Eternal Life


We are not Made for Holes in the Ground  

 

We are not made for holes in the ground

Not destined for earthen beds

We are not made to rest in the clay

Not numbered with the dead

 

We are made to live

We are made to last

We are made to praise

Forever and ever

 

We are not made for corruption

Not made to fade away

We are not marked for destruction

To languish in the grave

 

We are made to thrive

We are made to shine

We are made to sing

Forever and ever

 

We are made for glory above

To live among the saints

We are made to sing and dance

Before our God and Father

 

We are made for Him

We are made for love

We are made for joy

Forever and ever.

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Poets & Preachers: Open Mic Night


I had the opportunity to participate in an open mic event at The Stirring during the Poets & Preachers conference last night.  An amazing experience seeing God speak through so many different voices!  Special thanks to Micah Bournes (check him out here: http://www.micahbournes.com/) for running the show and being a voice of encouragement to newbies in the spoken word world.  One of the poems I shared is about how we can be our own worst enemy.

The Thorn in My Side is Me

A gentle prick in my holy veneer

Piercing where no eye can see

Ignoring the pain with a candy smile

The thorn in my side is me

 

Pain and grief and shame pour in

Self-mutilation with the sharp point of sin

Sinful desires rise once again

Leading to places I’ve already been

 

The thorn in my side is me

I’m missing the point, but it won’t miss me

The thorn in my side is me

I should get paid, but I’m doing the Devil’s work for free

 

God is patient, God is kind

Hoping He can change my double mind

Take this thorn and set me free

‘Cause the thorn in my side is me

 

Can’t blame mom, can’t blame dad

Don’t see anyone holding a gun to my head

Who can save me from this body of sin?

The son of God, raised from the dead

 

The thorn in my side is me

I’m getting the point, I’m beginning to see

The thorn in my side is me

Christ paid the price for one such as me

 

God is gracious, God forgives

In Him alone salvation lives

Take this thorn and set me free

‘Cause the thorn in my side is me

Poets & Preachers


I have the opportunity to attend an amazing conference through The Stirring Church in Redding, California called Poets & Preachers.  The focus is to help people find the voice God created in them to speak His truth in the world where they are at and wherever He sends them.  In looking forward to this conference, which begins in just an hour, I was reminded of some poetry I posted previously through this blog.  Here it is again and I hope to add new creations through the course of the conference or soon after.

 

The first poem, Paint On Us, is anchored in the idea that true transformation and renewal has to be done by God and it requires our obedience and submission to be accomplished.  I hope you enjoy it.

 

Paint on Us

We are the canvasses

You are the artist

But we keep trying

To take the brush from Your hand

 

We have come with nothing

You give us fullness

Why is it so hard

To be still where You need us to stand

 

Paint on us

Brush us with Your love and grace

Paint on us

While we stand in this Holy place

Cover us with the image of Your Son

Color us until Your will is done

 

Empty us of everything

Then fill us with the truth

Lead us to the rest

That stills our hearts for Your work

 

Create us in Your image

Holy Spirit, make us new

Pictures of God’s grace

On display for all the world

 

Paint on us

Brush us with Your love and grace

Paint on us

While we stand in this Holy place

Cover us with the image of Your Son

Color us until Your will is done