I think there’s probably more for you. I think that the God who dreamed up Tides and mountains and the solar system Hasn’t used up all of His creativity. I think your mistakes are forgiven. I think your story matters. I think your past is important But I think there’s probably more for you. I … More More
I don’t write like I should Occasionally a phrase or two More frequently some praise would do And infinite world of good But often it’s the opposite Parsing parables and prophesy Clashing colors so you’ll look at me Where substance sinks And first drafts stink I scribble endlessly It has to come out one way … More Free Write (Pour it Out)
I believe that what is Holy knit cannot be undone Love of God Love of City May the two become one Molded from red clay Praise Him who made me Image of the Father formed and founded on the same day And this is you too His glory shines through Unify the body with the … More Love God, Love the City
A spoken word poem that I wrote and performed for OKC Community Church at Easter. … More What I Will Do (Easter 2019)
You’re giving me new eyes There is a weight to everything The spirit is thick It has authority and takes up space You’ve made the dark places new Even the ones in which I was responsible for the darkness You smooth out the sharp edges While sharpening my dull perceptions of you I walk with … More New Eyes
I’m knocking on the door Like you’ve told me to do The salt and sand are rising up I’ll drown or I’ll break through I’m knocking on the door Like I’ve done again and again I’ve grown quite good at knocking Are you there to let me in I’m knocking on the door With concentrated … More Knocking
When I pray, your promises feel inevitable Simply claiming the desires of my heart Reminds me that it’s good to dream It affirms that you’re doing a good work in me That you have plans for me You teach me things about yourself By putting the words in my mouth I’ve prayed truths about you … More Faith and the Struggle of Thinking
I don’t know just when you disappeared It happened slowly So maybe you’re still here (somewhere) I listen in the corners I sleep under the stairs The neighbors call but I am unaware And l can see the places that we lived From the coffee cup collection And the pictures of our kids You asked … More 51 or 52
Below is the text and video of a new Spoken Word poem. I hope it encourages you. The name of Jesus hits me right in the chest Whether I’m cynical, angry, confused, or depressed It speaks to me It resounds in my breast J.E.S.U.S. The name of Jesus breaks the chains of the oppressed Gives … More J.E.S.U.S.
August was an east wind A swarm of locust Devouring everything Consuming my spirit, my hope, my focus I shed tears on your unfulfilled promises I hid fears out of fear that they would conquer us I gripped my knees and bit my lip through every sleepless night I spent mornings on those same knees … More Locust
