We start with nothing. And then, the cataclysm of creation, From void to holy formation, God constructs the first foundation With four small words Let There Be Light And while the beginning is perfect We bear cracks on the surface. Stacks of missed marks And broken hearts And the fear of forever Forever falling apart. … More Let There Be Light
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
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 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.
Make me tall Make me pretty Give me muscles Fix my teeth Change the makeup of my DNA Make me someone better than me I don’t mind if my hair goes gray But let me keep the hair I have I don’t mind if I have to plan and save But being independently wealthy wouldn’t … More Prayer
She’s standing on a wooden peg in the middle of the ocean I’m sitting in an office writing poetry on my lunch break She doesn’t know how she got there I know that it was me She jolts to life but does it carefully, as one step would be the end I don’t know where … More Creative Responsibility
