Monday, 4 December 2017

The Answer is Yes

Is that what I need?
Is that your will?
Should it die?
Should it live?
Do I get a say?
Do I have a choice?
Do I?
Or is it all decided?
Does that much dying need to happen?
All of it?
All my hopes?
All my dreams?
All my wants?
All my comfort?
All of it?
Is that possible?
Can I even submit to that?
Will you make it all new?
Will I really find you?
Will I gain if I lose?
Can I trust you?

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Poem: They Say

They say I want the fire
But I don't want to get burned
They say I want to be like Him
But I don't need lessons learned

They say I want the boldness
And with it give me fame
They say I want to walk His path
But without all of the pain

They say I go to church
They say I feel so alone
And I'm not doing the wrong

They say God please use me
But let me keep my sin
They say this is who I am
No need to change within

They say His Word is suggestive
Find the truth within yourself
They say repentance is irrelevant
And there's no such thing as hell

Wake Up! O Sleeper
Rise from the dead
The kingdom is here
The King is calling you

For you were once darkness, 
but now you are light in the Lord.
Live as children of light 
(for the fruit of light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth)
and find out what pleases the Lord.
Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, 
but rather expose them.
For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret.
But everything exposed by the light becomes visible, 
for it is light that makes everything visible.
This is why it is said:
    Wake up, O sleeper,
    rise from the dead,
    and Christ will shine on you.
Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, 
making the most of every opportunity,
because the days are evil.
Therefore do not be foolish but understand what the Lord's will is.
Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery.
Instead, be filled with the Spirit.

Ephesians 5:8-18

© 2017 Jordan Hageman, © 1984 The Holy Bible, New International Version

Monday, 10 July 2017

Poem: The Tired Years

The tired years are here
Seemingly forever
Soak it in, they say, it goes so fast
But seconds draw endless
Lines towards dusk unseen
Where stars glitter wishes
In a night sky only for
Young lovers and reflecting elders
For those in the tired years are fast asleep
Only to be woken for a bad dream
Or glass of water

©Jordan Hageman 2017

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Poem: Summer Days

The softest breeze upon skin
Sun soaks deep down
Birds sing happily, songs
Of empty nests and burdens none

Trees sway a tired dance
Ladened arms lift leafy garments
Stirring at winds mercy
Before quieting back into their slumber

Heaven is smiling down at
Productive bees and flitting butterflies
All things grow, stretching
For rain promised in the
Streak of clouds flat against a blue sky

It all waits full
For what it scarcely knows
A desire unknown
A yearning not realized
A promise unfulfilled

It's always there—
underneath it all
And on summer days it
Brushes fingertips and lays
Almost in reach

©Jordan Hageman 2017

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Poem: A Stubborn Heart

The silence is deafening
Because I will not listen
The questions unanswered
The problems unsolved
My anguish is my own doing
For I refuse to hear
The clock ticking quiet seconds loudly

© Jordan Hageman 2017

Friday, 11 November 2016

An Unfriendable Sin

Thank God He won't unfriend me
For my soul is black with sin
I've blamed you for the outcome
But the problem lies within

You think you're right but so do I
A rift has taken form
Rather than pray and love
We stand our ground and die within our scorn

But God did not unfriend me and
He's a friend to you as well
And there's a fight we've been distracted from
And it comes up straight from hell

Lay down the guns, take up the sword
And use its double edge
For the Truth is Love and He overcomes
On the cross this was His pledge

To fight this war we cannot see
We can't fight it just as friends
Remember: He has made us family
Brothers and Sisters to the end

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Poem: The Other Side

Trying to understand what it is about your plan that makes all things new
When I'm forced to say goodbye and death seems to win

My eyes see only the pain and my soul searches for your Kingdom here on earth
Is it only when you return that I'll know the mysteries of you?
Or can you open heaven, just once, so I can catch a glimpse of what you are up to?

It will strength my faith, I think, to have it all confirmed
To know the suffering has a purpose
But right now I don't know
And I tremble thinking that it's on the other side of the trial—the part I can't see at all—that the answers all lay waiting.

© 2015 Jordan Hageman