Poetry Tag

My Soul in the Town of Bethany

Like Lazarus, so my soul. Sick, dying, in need of Jesus. “Jesus, come quickly! My heart is wasting away. You can heal it!” No answer. Death comes quickly. Depression. Loneliness. Where were you Jesus? Why didn’t you come? One day…two days…three days… It feels like months. Darkness is ruling and...

My Body is a Matchstick

Check out this spoken word poem that David Bowden wrote and performed for us.  Remember: Your life is a Match. Spark a Movement. Ignite the World!    ...