Writings & Works by John Jones

Month: November 2019

Graven Hands

His graven hands go offering life from Death

who thought Christ took more than He could bear.

Death rejoiced at the sound of the hammer’s clang

of the nail into the wood as the Son of God sang,

“Eloi! Eloi!” and it leaves us wond’ring to where

Everything But the Truth

June 2019

[Verse 1]

They say the road is paved with good intentions

But really it’s just our voices in their ears

So Wormwood listen up and listen close now

And bring to life their deepest, darkest fears

Christian Creatives: Josh Garrels

In light of my previous post lamenting the state of contemporary Christian music, I thought it best to offer an alternative. This post will hopefully be the first of multiple to show different Christian artists that I believe are using their gifts to create new and unique sounds and worshipping God through that creativity.

So, first up: Josh Garrels.

You Say

August 2018

Saw you in the diner

Sitting up at the counter

Blue dress and your dancing shoes

But there was no one next to you

The Problem with Christian Music

How Belief in a Creative God Should Influence Our Music

I have a problem with Christian music. Specifically, contemporary Christian music. As in, the modern contemporary Christian music that is frequently played over radio stations to be used as a banner for Christians to rally around and listen to exclusively.

But I suppose before I continue down this path and inevitably become bombarded with questions and possible accusations of heresy or not being a Christian, I should clarify myself.

An Ode to Kirksville Autumns

Yellow to green, skip red, then on to brown

Nothing seems to work right in this town!

Seasons come and go, then come again

And as the leaves on the trees begin to look thin

They are revived, a second, third and fourth fall

Will winter ever come? Is this all

A half-hearted, false-started farce?

I Know

December 2016

Should I have walked away in the dark?

Should I have left you standing there alone?

The rain came down on that cold and dreary night

But I left as cold as a stone

You have a nice bottom, too.