Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Newborn Perfection

27.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

We thought death desires
Soon shadows
Sin shapes,
Dungeons of
self torture
failure and fright,
striving self improvement
selling regimes and religion
to get ahead
and we struggle
Eyes dulled
Eyes only seeing
the world through the pain,
Through the hate
Through the hurt
Through the have to have
slaves to old nature.

But God
sees us,
Deeply lives
love into us,
Deeply dies
love into us,
For your value
is the price of Jesus,
death to old self
Dead to the old
and we Die with
the heavenly one,
the Son of God
lamb of God
Righteous Giver
grace powers.

Old ways are buried
and we live anew
risen from death's sting
no condemnation
No hate
unpunishable
Given a righteous life
We are beautiful brides
Worthy
Righteous
made perfect
Perfection in Him
Deep roots
Enduring foundations
Pure identity in God
Living from a new peace
abundance of life
Born of God.

Oh we struggle in mind
in body
but the real you is spirit
redeemed
on a journey with the Saviour.

Poem Tags
#christian, #bornagain, #cross, #death, #grace, #identity, #jesus, #journey, #lamb, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #righteousness, #saviour, #self, #selfworth, #sin, #spokenword
Prompt
A paradox, seeds die - life grows, we die to self to be fully released from slavery to self.

Being born again, God frees us from ourselves

Tags: sin, love, bornagain, life, self

Shadows Inside Out

28.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

In a vast universe room
We are picked up
By a giant hand
Carefully placed on the glass slide.
Lights blaze on
And our opacity lowers
Until self is revealed,

Shadows inside out.

Is there something bigger? What is it? High Resolution Version

Who is He?

27.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

Who is Jesus? Was he real?.… High Resolution Version

Jesus
Who is He?
Figment illusion,
Great person
Just human,
Deluded leader
or more...

History maker,
He existed
believed by Muslim,
Christians alike
That he walked our Earth,
But more...

Could He be
who He said He was?
One risen from the dead
To change lives,
To show the way,
To be the way
Who His disciples died for,
2000 years of truth?

even more...
Could Jesus
be calling you,
Loving you personally
Knowing you intimately,
intricately
Not just out there
but wanting,
To be with you
Be in you
Time with you,
Challenging you
Loving you freely.

Your possibilities...

The need to step away from routines and platitudes and bring God our real self.

Bubbles and Candyfloss

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

When life is routine
Same old-school,
Busy strangles time
to thin strips of meaning,
Connections of place and people
emaciated to shallow smiles;
Hiding realities and struggles,
and when I spend time
with my God
I bring
bubbles and candyfloss,
Lies and platitudes,
Small bits of me,
A house of hidden nothing
dressed as a fashion runway.

Can I step back?
Can I kneel and wait?
Can I stop to be me?
What do I fear?

Can I hear?
the call to confess
Bring you the real,
In your truth
agree with you
that I am wrong,
Bring you the sin,
that you desire to wrap
in flowing forgiveness arms,
To pure cleanse,
Infusing love that I cannot
be separated from.

The paradox!
In confession to you
In giving self to you
I am freed
soul and mind.

Free and forgiven
by my King and Saviour!

Finding the Spark

12.07.2015 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

At the core,
We know
sustaining our perfect
me skin
is impossible.

Building moments
Painting the flesh,
Self saturated, we try.
Hostile to outside
life and freedom,
We paint ourselves
into corners,
Pain traps.
Shattered meaning.

In being only self,
We lose self.

"But I am good,"
we cry from the corner,
Just echoes
of darkness
call back
"What is good
good, good, anyway?"
Ashes to ashes,
Dust.
In a lost world
Could there be more?

It seems there...
in a child's hug,
care of a friend,
in stars, mountain tops,
a bud drawing life
in Spring's new kiss.

Threads of a reality.

In a lost world
Could there be more?

Someone who knows me
sees me,
sees through me,
and yet loves me
holds me,
is prepared to die for me,

God sparks.

Poem Tags
#christian, #god, #good, #lost, #pain, #perfection, #poems, #poetry, #reallife, #seeker, #self, #spokenword
Prompt
How do we paint ourselves into so many self corners? Hidden pains.

Finding the Spark, finding meaning. Spoken Word Poem

Tags: perfection, facades, beauty, life, self

Signpost People

06.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

I stand there
staring at their
identical smiles,
Laughing back
Fashion sleek
airbrushed exteriors
latest accessories
vogue beautiful people
same face,
in-crowd music
popular up-to-date values
carbon copied styled party,
They ask me to join
rent my space
be a billboard,
But I know they're
dressed to kill,
Sightless eyes
poster gaudy
but dark
grows in their minds.

Poem Tags
#beauty, #billboard, #facades, #fashion, #identity, #poems, #poetry, #popular, #seeker, #self, #signpost, #spokenword
Prompt
Billboards full of signpost people telling us how to live life.

Signpost People Spoken Word Poem. Beauty and facades.

Tags: perfection, facades, beauty, life, self

Easel

18.04.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

A lone siren
split the sky
in jagged cracks
that crazed around
another life
cornered,
what is it about
that wail
in the background?
A sneaky relief
it isn’t me,
followed by
tiny guilt,
a quick heart prayer
for victim, family, friends,
Mortality intrusion
pinpricking my accidental life.

Somewhere,
the paintbrush slips
smearing the canvas,
one colourful part covered,
when dried,
when died
that section
will be painted over,
new life
hiding old.

Poem Tags
#christian, #death, #emergency, #life, #mortality, #painted, #poem, #poetry, #reallife, #seeker, #spokenword
Prompt
Does the emergency siren in the distance intrude on your life... remind you of mortality?

Hear the siren, what do you think? Spoken Word Poetry about life.

Tags: mortality, death, bornagain, life, self

Spark

18.04.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Observed
under the microscope
conceptions birth start
a spark of light emitted
the moment sperm meets egg.

Tiny glimmer with
incredible potential,
possibilities
impact
life and love
For each spirit flame
is unique.

But great fear crowds in,
subtle winds at first
Stuttering the flame,
Then shutters violently close
Compressing fears' darkness,
consuming creativity
Why you ask?
Who am I? echoes,
Breaking you piece by piece
so the gaps fall
tearing your being.

And then
in the mist midst
of crushing darkness,
a note sings
Pure clean,
Tremulous life giving,
Listen
feel the touch,
brushing your ears and mind,
Come to the one
who said, "Let there be light "
Let Him blow on the embers
The pain, the fear, the risk, the death
Let Him
Reveal the Light
Infused emanating from
His desire to love you
The One who created
that first spark.

Call
breathe again
hear your voice
Desiring His love
speaking out your love,
You have the spark,
the power
for change
to change,
switching the destiny
of your walk.
Leading your path,
Captured and captivated
in His glory.

"Oh Brilliant
bright spark,
radiant neurons,
rise and shine
you are the light
of my eyes,
My bride
glorious."

Poem Tags
#bride, #change, #christian, #destiny, #jesus, #light, #love, #poem, #poetry, #spark, #spokenword, #unique, #worship
Prompt
Does the emergency siren in the distance intrude on your life... remind you of mortality?

Christian Spoken Word Poem on the Light of the World.

Tags: mortality, death, bornagain, life, self

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Shadows Inside Out

Who is He?

Bubbles and Candyfloss

Finding the Spark

Signpost People

Easel

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