THE BEATITUDE POEMS
25/03/2012
(here are three poems that made up the middle section of our Fitzroy morning service... we were looking at the Beatitudes so we started by reading them from TNIV and ended by reading them in the Message. In between we had Lucinda Williams song Blessed, my poem Blessed Are The Arrogant and two poems written especially by Fitzers Chris Hunter and Scott Jamison)
CROWNED by Chris Hunter
God's are the barren
For theirs is virgin land
Crowned are the broken
For they will be mended
Blessed are the malleable
For they will fashion a new kingdom
God's are those who delay
For in fasting they will feast
Crowned are the light bearers
They will see truth
Undamned are the soulclean
For they have room for God
Blessed are they who sabbath
For they will reside in God
God's are the ruptured right
For theirs is a place for everyone
BLESSED ARE THE ARROGANT by Steve Stockman
On these charred streets of Belfast
There are scars on minds and hearts
The only thing we together
Is to rip one another apart
It’s hard to find the chinks of light
In this God forsaken place
If he doesn’t bring his judgement down
It’s an even more amazing grace.
And cursed are the peacemakers
For they might compromise
Cursed are those who mourn
For they might apologise
Cursed are the poor in spirit
For they might confess and regret
And cursed are the merciful
For they might forgive and forget
And cursed are the meek
For they won’t ride their high horse
But blessed are the arrogant
For they will maintain this curse.
On these broken hearts of Belfast
There are spoken open lies
No matter what your fancy dress
The truth can’t be disguised
We belligerently spit in the face of God
This miraculous peace time space
If God don’t bring his judgement down
It’s an even more amazing grace.
LISTEN by Scott Jamison
This is how it’s going to be
Broken hearts will be held together
Grief will be out of a job for good
Pride will know the cold side of the door
What is right will be devoured
Bread will be broken with mercy
Purity will be the porchlight
And peace will be its moth and those
Who have known the back of hands
Will know every lifeline of my palm
This was how I had always planned.