Today is the first day of a week of poetry. You can check here everyday for one or two pieces that people have written. These pieces are peoples expression of the love of God and the things he does to and through us, by written word. I hope you enjoy this week.
Cracked
Listen to me breathe as I breathe with the buildings
Breathe in the poverty
Let the truth sink in
Listen to me breath, listen to me breath, listen and just breath,
Breath with the buildings
So look at at that man cracked like the buildin’s
He Fallin’ hard like a tsunami hit ceiling
I fought to fight it but the funk of the streets brought that feelin
Of the man being cracked like the cracks of the buildin’
He grew up like me between four walls of a buildin’
But he now sleeps outside where cracks come by the millions
Feelins ain’t feelin’ they failin’ and Im flunkin’
Out of what I was schooled to know—old education been dumped and
I was following a Jesus neva walkin’ I was a runnin’…
Selfish ambition had me skippin’ and a jumpin’.
(ain’t that somethin’)
The kingdom’s comin’ in the form of cracked buildings
These are cracked souls that are left for some mending
But not until they are emptied and God does the filling
And they can see Jesus in the cracked man and love in cracked buildings
Not until the sovereign Lord beats the hard heart to soft feelings
And captives are proclaimed free…and released from dark prisons
Crowns of beauty sweeps ashes into the pasts madness
While gladness escorts mourning into my God’s glasses
And he drinks the burdens of despair and sadness
Splendor is displayed like the healing of leper’s rashes
Cracked men become souls saved—no more crashes…
No more crashin into the emotions of the man like cracked buildins
Because there is a God in this life made hard
But life made cracks can be spiritually filled in
Listen to me breathe as I breathe with the buildings
Breathe in the poverty
Let the truth sink in
Listen to me breathe, listen to me breathe, listen and just breathe,
Breathe with the buildings
-Brad Everett
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ReplyDelete"These are cracked souls that are left for some mending
ReplyDeleteBut not until they are emptied and God does the filling"
This poem is so metaphoric and the metaphors are so powerful because when you think about people being broken you think about the cracks that show the brokenness and how only the love of Jesus can mend those cracks... that is so beautiful!