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

Poetry: A Dangerous Life


A Dangerous Life

 

I’m tired of safety and security

Weary of my imitation purity

I’d rather have a dangerous life

I’d rather have a measure of strife

If it brings me closer to you

 

I want to sing a dangerous song

And cast my fears aside

I want to pray a dangerous prayer

Your kingdom come and abide

I want to live a dangerous life

That stays on heaven’s side

I want to be dangerous

 

I long for empowered ministry

To walk in kingdom liberty

I’d rather risk my life by living

Than grasp at what the world is giving

I want a dangerous life

Poetry: The Thorn in My Side


The Thorn in My Side

 

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

Good Friday Poem – Hammer and Nail


Hammer and Nail

 

Muscled hands, calloused and rough,

Work with care and a gentle touch.

Tree to timber with saw and stone;

Through patient skill a form has grown.

A stable manger of humble scale,

Put together by hammer and nail.

 

A babe is born inBethlehem;

A wooden manger a bed for him.

Babe becomes child, child becomes man;

The Carpenter’s skill flows through His hands.

Left His home on a long, hard trail.

Earning His keep by hammer and nail.

 

Love has led Him to a lonely hill;

The Cross His burden for doing God’s will.

The mockers taunt, the angry yell,

Those sinners He would save from hell.

A slaughtered Lamb to rend the veil.

Hung on the Cross by hammer and nail.

 

I strike a blow each time I fail;

Hand and foot, hammer and nail.

Send Us Heaven


Your kingdom come. Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. – Matthew 6:10

Send Us Heaven

Walking in this weary world
We long for heaven’s glory
We lift our eyes to the sky
For You to change our story

God above, we need you here
Send us heaven
Give us love, give us grace
Send us heaven
Heal our hearts, calm our fear
Send us heaven
Rest on us, in this place
Send us heaven

We worship in this holy place
The sounds of heaven clear
Overcome this time and space
Draw us near, draw us near

Let Your kingdom come today
Send us heaven
Come to earth to heal and raise
Send us heaven
Send us to the world we pray
Send us heaven
Let us join the angel’s praise
Send us heaven

The world in darkness waits for love
Your kingdom come, and will be done
Heaven on earth from God above
Doing the work of Your holy Son

Heal the sick, make them whole
Send us heaven
Shine your light in our hearts
Send us heaven
Overcome the human soul
Send us heaven
Give us all a brand new start
Send us heaven

Paint on Us


So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer.  Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!  All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.  We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.  God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. – 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 (NIV)

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

Cure


Your Word is the medicine for my malady
It is the cure for the pestilence of my past.
Your truth lights the darkness of my heart
Filling me with a love that will last.

 

You are the cure
The healer of my soul
You make me pure
Refined like gold
Remove my impurity
Restore my infirmity
Redeem my destiny
Make me pure

 

Your Will is the motive for my mission
It is the way to vanquish all that’s vain.
Your strength heals the weakness of my heart
Filling me with courage once again

 

You are the cure
The healer of my heart
You make me pure
A brand new start
Reclaim my affection
Sustain my direction
Reframe my attention
Make me pure

 

Your Way is the method to my movement
It is the path to holiness and heaven
Your Son walks with us lest we stray
And gives us something to believe in

 

You are the cure
The healer of our souls
You make us pure
Refined like gold
Remove our impurities
Restore our infirmities
Redeem our destinies
Make us pure 

Broken and Beloved


Here we are, the broken,

Waiting while we praise

Praying for Your hand, oh God,

To heal, to help, to raise

Your people from their fallen ways

 

Here we are, the blessed,

Watching for Your grace

Praying for Your love to change

Our hearts, our heads, our hands

Your children need to learn Your ways

 

We are beloved and broken,

Children of the living God

Marked by grace, transformed by love

Your kingdom come today we pray

 

Here we are, beloved,

Washed in the blood of Christ

Praying for clean hearts and hands

To serve, to teach, to reach

Your lost sheep, Your broken lambs.

 

We are beloved and broken

Children of the living God

Saved from sin, changed within

Work Your will in us we pray

 

We are beloved and broken

Our God can make us whole

We are beloved and broken

He heals the wounded soul

We are beloved and broken

Your kingdom come

Your will be done

Make us whole

 

By Chris Yeager