Help my words.

Oh Jesus.

Help my words.

 

Sometimes black on page

Sometimes sound on stage –

Either way:

Let them not

Hack bleeding gashes

Leaving faces in the ashes

And other bad lines of poetry.

 

Let them land like

Soft

Thuds

Of truth in supple minds

Breaking God-craving hearts with

Gentle sharp conviction.

 

Oh Jesus.

Help my words.

 

Let smug words be

Shushed

By the (gulp)

Of pride swallowed.

 

Let love words be

Loud

Like life and hope

 

Let laugh words dance

Light

Like cappuccino froth and candles

 

Make me an alphabet of your peace.

 

Oh Jesus.

Help my words.

 

 

‘For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.’ – Matthew 12:34

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