Jess Boctor

Tag: Spoken Word

  • The Journey Part II

    This is the second spoken-word piece I performed. This recording was done the following Sunday. I sway less.

     

    I’m in a new place

    An unfamiliar sanctuary

    All around me, leaves are falling

    Dreams are falling; and I wait to breath

    Until Your Spirit falls on me.

    Across the ocean

    All I have pursued is for Your reign

    To be shown in all I do

    But I don’t believe that I am enough

    So let Your Spirit fall on me.

    This place where I am

    Is far from the place where I was known

    Though through this journey I learn

    You never leave me to walk alone

    So let your Spirit fall on me.

    The way is not simple

    I walk through paths wayward and dim

    The places I stumble mock me

    Daring my strength to give up, give in

    So let Your Spirit fall on me.

    It took so much strength

    Just to bring me this far

    But you’re not done with me yet

    And you will heal all these scars

    So let Your Spirit fall on me.

    A quiet voice calls

    Let go of past lies; they are not true

    And I cry in reply

    “Make me new, make me new, make me new.”

    And let Your Spirit fall on me.

    Because I am learning

    It is by your truth, I can see

    It is by your direction, I can lead

    It is by your Spirit Lord, that I am freed.

    So let Your Spirit fall on me.

     

    Continuing the adventure, 

    Jess

  • The Journey Part I

    I was invited to perform a couple spoken word pieces at Mosaik’s International Food Night on Saturday. The theme of the evening was inspiration. This is the first piece I performed.

     

     

    I was once called air
    Assured it wasn’t meant as offence
    But I couldn’t help the hurt
    As I wanted to be of more substance

    Now I have long been on this journey
    Ten years of attempts to be profound
    But the scenery is looking too familiar
    As I realize I am at the starting ground

    The things I’ve tried to be
    The costumes I’ve tried to wear
    Are starting to have a comic effect
    And people stop to stare

    So I have learned my lesson
    It is best to be my own element
    And if people find me flighty
    It is just because I am different
    But trying to wear their expectations
    Like ballast weighs me down
    And I can no longer fight the feeling
    I am meant for higher ground.

     

    Continuing the adventure, 

    Jessica