HeyJaredThe Playful Poet
By playful, I don't mean silly, but surprising, like unexpected light in darkness. I write poetry about the most surprising story of all. I write poetry about Jesus Christ to focus on what’s beautiful and shine His light into the darkness.
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Psalm 129 (opens the original)
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Psalm 129My back is a bloody field of furrow tracksFor the plowers have plowed upon My backWith furrows many miles longFrom My youth, they’ve done Me wrong.They accused My holy birthOf being illegitimateAnd complained about My mirthWith sinners with whom I chose to sitAnd eat a meal and dineSo they called Me gluttonousAnd a drunkard from the wine.When I refused to be The kind of King they plannedThey spit upon My face And drove nails into My hands.They made a mockery of the King I truly AM
Psalm 128 (opens the original)
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Psalm 128Blessed are those whotremble with aweat the power of the Lord,the way one marvels at thethunderstormwhile safely inside.So we are held safely in the palmsof Christ’s nail-scarred handsas we follow the Way Of Jesus,to Calvary,across the street andto the ends of the earthSo our families and all nationsFrom Americans to Israelis,<
Psalm 127 (opens the original)
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Psalm 127“All is vanity!” is the warning cryTo those who forget we’re not our ownAnd sweat and toil to build the houseWithout Christ the Builder and Cornerstone.Don’t forget we were bought with a priceAnd strain our weary eyes to keepAwake as if the Sovereign LordCan’t guard the city while we sleep.Glorify God in your body as you fillYour quivers with arrows of offspringKnowing one day you will releaseThese God-given arrows as offeringsTo go into the world and preachThe Good News of
Psalm 126 (opens the original)
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Psalm 126In a garden one Thursday night aloneYou sowed in tears with earnest pleasFather, please remove this cup from Me!But let Your will be done, not My own.With sorrow unto death, You were consumedFor Your anguished tears turned to bloodThat washed our sin in crimson floodLike a Seed, You were buried in the tomb.But those who sow in tears will joyous shouts reapAnd You reaped in joy on Resurrection DayWhen You rose from the tomb where You once layTo be the first fruits of saints who in death
Psalm 125 (opens the original)
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Psalm 125Though wicked men may rule the landRest—they won’t have the upper handFor Jesus is the KING on David’s throneThough we await His return and groan,Forevermore He rules and reignsSurrounding His people like a mountain rangeLord do good to those with hearts uprightHearts washed by Your blood, walking in LightBut to those walking in crooked ways,With evildoers lead them awayMay Israel have everlasting peace.King Jesus’s rule will never cease.
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