Christian Poetry
Poems by Jason Kirk Bartley



Jason writes: "I have been saved 17 years. It just gets sweeter with time. God directs me to wherever He wants to. I have a Master's in Ministry from Ohio Christian University. I am single and 43 yrs old from Chillicothe, Ohio. "


When This Earthly Vessel
Can Strive No More

By Jason Kirk Bartley

When this earthly vessel can strive no more,
When my eyes grow dim and I can't see my Lord's word.
It'll be well engrafted in my heart forevermore.
When this earthly vessel can strive no more.

When this earthly vessel can strive no more,
I'll have to sit closer to the front to hear my Lord's word.
My hearing is failing, but I'll keep on sailing,
'till I can hear no more.

When this earthly vessel can strive no more,
I've gotten very old, my limbs are sore.
But, I'll praise you Lord 'till I can praise no more.
When this earthly vessel can strive no more.

This earthly vessel can strive no more.
Lord, I've followed you close, I feel you knocking at my door.
I'm very tired, my time is up...it's time for me to go.
I can feel your presence like an overflow.

As I ascend, as I take flight.
I see my robe is a pure white.
Finally I'm with my Jesus tonight.

(© 2011 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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"I Heard the Whip Crack."
By Jason Kirk Bartley


I heard the whip crack, as he bore my burdens.

I heard angels cry, as he passed my way.

The cross got so heavy that he could not contain it.

I could see the pain in his face, as he tried to refrain.

The Son of man was brought down from his glory,

an innocent man was beaten to a pulp that day.

Tears run from my eyes, as I feel him suffer.

Tears run from my eyes, as I carry his cross today.

As I can hear the sarcasm in their voices when they shouted,

"Hail the King of the Jews, why can't he save himself?"

Do they not know they've been put to open shame.

So, As I read his word, I hear the whip crack,

and I praise the glorious name of Jesus Christ,

the Alpha and Omega.

(© 2011 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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"I Stand"
By Jason Kirk Bartley

Sometimes as a Christian, you need to stand up for what you believe. You need to lean on God's strength.


I stand.

On my Savior's shoulders,

I stand.

When I'm going through trials,

I stand.

When I'm not welcome,

I stand.

When others close to me say hurtful things,

I stand.

In the midst of the storm,

I stand.

(© 2011 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Little Dove
By Jason Kirk Bartley

A dove is one of the meekest of animals. Help me to be as a dove, oh Lord.


Help me to be as a little dove, my Lord,
harmless and simple, childlike and meek,
not overbearing or oppressing the weak.
Help me to write your words of life into the tablets of my heart, oh my Savior.
Let me be Christlike and on my best behavior.

Humble me, Lord, if I soar too high.
Lift me, Lord, if I'm too low in the sky.
Let your hands guide these wings every step of the way.
Before too long, this little dove won't know what to say.
For you know my needs before I speak them, oh God.
But, I'll still give you praise in this world and the next to come.

(© 2011 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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I Choose You
By Jason Kirk Bartley

I choose you God,
when the going gets tough.
I choose you God,
though I feel I'm never enough.

In a sinful world,
which tempts and tries,
Only on you will I keep my eyes.
I choose you.

I choose you, Lord,
to guide my way.
I choose you,
for that brighter day.

In my weakness, yet am I strong,
'cause I choose you all the day long.
You're the Lord of my morning when I rise.
You watch over me when I close my eyes.

I will always choose you, my Lord.

(© 2011 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Closer To God
By Jason Kirk Bartley

Closer to God,

I want to be.

just me in his Spirit

swaying gracefully.

Tears of joy will flow

and freely fall.

Glory be to our God

the maker of all.

Control me, Lord,

you have it all.

My whole heart is yours,

at your beckon call.

Your will is mine.

You're the only true vine.

I'm just a branch at your command,

a pillar of stone,

not sinking sand.

(© 2012 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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In Jesus' Footsteps
By Jason Kirk Bartley

In his footsteps,
I follow along,
singing a hymn,
singing a song,
of salvation that rings through
the ears of his believers.

In his footsteps
exact I will be.
following along so faithfully.
Temptations will come trials will roar.
I'm in his footsteps forevermore.

In his footsteps,
God guides me on.
What an honor to follow
his only begotten Son.
I lean on his shoulder,
I lean on his might,
He will get me through this night.

On the straight and narrow
is where I'll be,
trudging along to eternity.
Onward to Heaven we go.

(© 2012 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Christmas Wish
By Jason Kirk Bartley

All I want for Christmas, Lord,
Is for the world to see,
What fuels this heart of mine,
and blesses my soul divine.
What makes this world go 'round?
What makes a lost man found?
Who keeps His hand on me,
for eternity?
I do not ask for candy
or worldly things, not for
money or diamond rings.
Santa cannot bring me what I desire.
Lord I just want you to light their fire.
Then will it be the best one ever.
Spreading for miles and miles...
Over hills and trees.
That's my wish, Lord, please.

(© 2016 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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I Am Your Temple
By Jason Kirk Bartley

I am your temple,

defiled, yet, free.

On a firm foundation

standing on my knees.

Heart full of your Holy Spirit,

Praises lifted to you.

How they are worthy and

longtime overdue.

This temple is yours, Lord.

This temple is yours.

Vale’s been ripped in twain.

Now I can worship,

In Jesus’ name.

(© 2017 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Tried but True
By Jason Kirk Bartley

His hands,
nail scarred,
but sure,
His Word,
is pure,
His truth endures,
It is our cure.
For every Word is as
refining fire,
In the Master's hands,
we are the clay.
He moldeth us,
a certain way.
'Till in His likeness we shall be,
a masterpiece for all to see,
a vessel of honor tried and true.
He lifteth us up when He is through.

(© 2017 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Dear Lord
By Jason Kirk Bartley

Dear Lord,
I am in no hurry.
Try'n not to worry.
But I feel life has dealt
me an awful hand.

I am sitt'in here a cry'n.
No Lord I am not lying.
I feel like burying my head
deep in the sand.

How about we make a deal?
You and me for real?
I'll try and be the best that I can.
And you just be God.

(© 2017 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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My Story
By Jason Kirk Bartley

You're the author,
so far from finished.
How beautiful my steps,
Twill be.
By faith I walk,
and not by sight,
sometimes day and
sometimes night.
But I hold to your
unchanging hand.
You mold me,
you make me,
My heart's desire,
I know that I'll be
pure as gold.
Safe with you for eternity.
That's the end folks.

(© 2017 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Jesus Saves
By Jason Kirk Bartley

I placed myself upon an altar,
Heaven met me there.
No time for holding back,
the tears of despair.
How I could not trust anyone,
not even myself.
The Holy Spirit reassured me
The wounds were not as deep as His.
I saw the Nail-scarred hands clinging onto mine.
His blood had washed me white as snow,
no more sins would I find.
I had been forgiven,
The minute I had cried to Jesus the Christ,
salvation was mine.
I was no longer lost,
for Jesus had rescued me.
No longer would I walk this life alone in darkness.
My blinded eyes could see,
the light of the World.
Why would He spend His time with me?
Just to show me the way,
to His eternity.

(© 2018 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Prayer
By Jason Kirk Bartley

I did not know at first what to say,
then you took over,
flowing from my heart a million miles a minute,
so beautiful and divine,
yet so straight forward and to the point.
I'm not a man of many words.
you chose them O'so carefully.
Tears flowed down my cheeks as the Holy spirit was in full control.
He knew full well what I was thinking,
deep within my soul.
Words could not explain it,
the connection between Jesus and man.
I wanted to stand and praise thee.
I ended up staying on bended knees
and praying hands.

(© 2018 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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The Hallelujah Train
By Jason Kirk Bartley

The Hallelujah train
on a one way track,
chugging with lots of Gospel steam,
There is no looking back.

Jesus cries, “All aboard.”
His voice is rather loud.
Ringing in the ears,
above the righteous crowd.

Coming around the bend,
Up and down steep hills,
There is no charge to stay.
He has paid the bill.

Further and further along,
Gospel songs can be heard,
There is a mighty fine anointing,
and preaching of the Word.

As she starts to slow down,
Our destination has been reached.
She pulls up to Heaven’s doors
As promised and was preached.

The prayers of the saints have been
answered and the fasts in secret have made it true.
What started out with Jesus being the answer
Has become saints displaying truth.

(© 2018 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Christmas Past
By Jason Kirk Bartley

Lil’ Christ Child,
Soon coming King,
How will they treat you this year,
When the silver bells begin to ring?

Will they remember Jesus and
Crown Him as King of kings?
Or will Santa and Rudolph
Steal the show with presents yet to bring?

God sent His only Son as our
first gift to show us His Love.
He was not wrapped in beautiful paper
with an extravagant bow.

He was not born with bells or lights,
As one would have you think or know.
Nor was there any decorations
that would blink for show.

He was born in a lowly manger,
No room for Him within the Inn,
Is there room for Him within your place,
Do you welcome Him to stay?

Or by your actions are you telling the
Lord and Savior to silently go away!

(© 2018 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)


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Jesus Stands a Knock'in
By Jason Kirk Bartley

Jesus stands a knock'in.
Many will not let Him in.
He's at the heart's door.
We send Him away,
and ask Him to come another day.

He bids us well,
warning us of hell.
Here He comes a Knock'in.
How many times is this?

So faithful is He,
He has the heart's key.
Why doesn't He let Himself in?
Here He stands a knock'in,

Jesus comes again.
Can't He see I am so busy,
busy with my sin?
Jesus stands a Knock'in,
knock'in at my heart's door.

There's so much to do
and so little time
that I plug my ears once more.
Jesus stands a knock'in,
will you open the door?

(© 2018 Jason Kirk Bartley – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)



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