“Most of the Christian poetry I have read in the past ten years is pretty safe; no danger of anyone being alienated or offended, or any strongholds raised up against the knowledge of God being brought down, by the kind of verse that appears in Christian periodicals. But if the poets ever came to embrace a vision of their own role in the present conflict of worldviews, we might see more poetry of subversion flowing from their pens.”
2 thoughts on “Subversive Poetry from Christian Poets”
Beautiful.Where are the poets? Likely hidden and writing
and writing and wondering what it is they ARE writing and
is it God? Cause it does’nt sound like christian top 40 music or old hymns. Likely wondering where are the christian poets portraying the prophetic fire to shake the sleeping church from her slumber.Looking
for a model,a mentor,a voice that stirs their creative spark and searching the church- finding none, but hearing Bob Dylan, or Alan Ginsberg, or Jack keruac, or gregory Corso something “bears witness” and calls them to write late night replies to internet questions asking where are the subversive christian poets? Beautiful. Likely hidden and writing and writing….
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
With a burdened heart I began to write
Hoping to help others from darkness to light
A heart that was tender to the hurt all around
My tears like rain would fall to the ground
As words began to flow I saw possibility
My dream of writing becoming reality
I once wrote freely every where I went
Freely giving to the place I was sent
Words of gold purified by fire
Never would I ever write for hire
Ignoring the voices that said write a book
Not one ounce of GOD’s glory I ever took
But slowly I began to gather and hold
A personal work in an image of gold
Crafting this image with my own hands
My reputation and fame would reach many lands
When it was completed many were impressed
But something strange left me depressed
What started as for GOD became about me
How subtle the slide into idolatry
Writer for GOD, poet of the Lord
Taking up a chisel putting down your sword
How can you own what GOD gave to you
The banquet table full but laborers are few
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
Crumbs are swept up and stored
Every day another Lazarus dies
Your heart so hard it no longer cries
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
The cries of the hurt and dying ignored
Barns overflowing another work you begin
What started out as holy has become sin
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
In what life will you have your reward
Is this GOD’s gift or your talent
Today, if you hear His voice, repent
Beautiful.Where are the poets? Likely hidden and writing
and writing and wondering what it is they ARE writing and
is it God? Cause it does’nt sound like christian top 40 music or old hymns. Likely wondering where are the christian poets portraying the prophetic fire to shake the sleeping church from her slumber.Looking
for a model,a mentor,a voice that stirs their creative spark and searching the church- finding none, but hearing Bob Dylan, or Alan Ginsberg, or Jack keruac, or gregory Corso something “bears witness” and calls them to write late night replies to internet questions asking where are the subversive christian poets? Beautiful. Likely hidden and writing and writing….
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
With a burdened heart I began to write
Hoping to help others from darkness to light
A heart that was tender to the hurt all around
My tears like rain would fall to the ground
As words began to flow I saw possibility
My dream of writing becoming reality
I once wrote freely every where I went
Freely giving to the place I was sent
Words of gold purified by fire
Never would I ever write for hire
Ignoring the voices that said write a book
Not one ounce of GOD’s glory I ever took
But slowly I began to gather and hold
A personal work in an image of gold
Crafting this image with my own hands
My reputation and fame would reach many lands
When it was completed many were impressed
But something strange left me depressed
What started as for GOD became about me
How subtle the slide into idolatry
Writer for GOD, poet of the Lord
Taking up a chisel putting down your sword
How can you own what GOD gave to you
The banquet table full but laborers are few
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
Crumbs are swept up and stored
Every day another Lazarus dies
Your heart so hard it no longer cries
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
The cries of the hurt and dying ignored
Barns overflowing another work you begin
What started out as holy has become sin
Writer for GOD, Poet of the Lord
In what life will you have your reward
Is this GOD’s gift or your talent
Today, if you hear His voice, repent
…..peace…..