Dear God & creator,
Please be with my family and friends at this time of tribulations and trials
Please don’t leave me in the dust of my past decisions and answer my calls
Please will you make me happier than feeling sad and depressed all my life?
Please help me love one another with happiness without strife?
Please don’t let me get me going out of control
Please won’t you help me and save my lonely soul?
Please can’t you hear me and heal me entirely?
Please ease my mind and see me freed for an eternity
Please love me as I need to learn to love myself
Please help me love others as well as be a guide to self
Please have mercy on my lows and highs of my lifetime
Please give me grace and forgiveness for the times I doubted you this time
Please direct my pathway of peace
Please don’t judge me unfairly according to my sins
Please persevere with me till the end of time before the devil wins
Please, oh please, save me from anxiety and give me joy
Please make me a happy-go-lucky boy
Thank you and your Kingdom come,
Amen
Wooo a woo ooh ah ah
Restore, me restore me, My God restores me
Jehovah, I trust in you
Through every season through
Every storm, storm I seek you, daily.
Holy, Holy Holy
You're my haven, my home, my safe refuge, Mine, agape, love, love, love, love love.
God, you are my life long refuge.
It's you whom I pursue
Oh! God, you will restore me, me.
Restore me to even greater honor
And comfort me once again again and again ,
You are my source of victory.I am restored in you.
I'm free, freed I give you an everlasting,
heart of praise
Hallelujah glory to God always
Hallelujah glory to God always
God you will restore me
7/25/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
In the shadows of a secret silent sacred place
Almighty God is dwelling, in whose essence
I find my refuge and my strength
And deliverance from the vile and toxic waste
of a world of spreading pestilence.
Under the wings of angels, I am shielded
and swiftly guided and whisked away to peace.
The terrors of the night and the violent abuses of day
Of raging psychopaths no longer reach me, they are kept at bay
For God is my continual and everlasting habitation
Here there is no evil nor plagues of violent confrontation.
I have called upon His name and he did answer me
And I am with Him always in His eternal presence in eternity.
(my version of Psalm 91)
Psalm of Longing
my heart thirsts for You Lord
I hunger for Your righteous word
each day I need Your forgiveness
I need Your guidance and love
without You I’m lost in sin
sometimes I feel separated from You
some day my time will come
and I will be with You
Dear Lord, my soul feels like a empty well, where are you when I feel Ike I need your hide my feelings from you?
Just as Zacchaeus hid up in a tree from you for fear of being seen by you, a tax collector, I also hide from you.
Lord, the silence in my room matches the silence in my soul.I look for you, but find only empty space.
My prayers feel like they hit the ceiling and fall to the floor.Why have you hidden your face from me?
I am weary, thirsty, and longing for a drop of your presence.Yet, I will remember the times you were near.Even in this darkness, I choose to wait for your dawn.
Lord, please come to your church empty, a mask I do not wear. I vine as I am, just as you created years ago, a baby baptized after birth, no waiting allowed, no pomp and circumstance, where was my family?
I wake up each and every day, I lift my body out of bed, yet I wonder why, who’s going to see or look at me.
I will lay here in the field of wild flowers as to seek their beauty for my own.. staring up into the sky, Come My Lord into my heart, your daughter who is empty no longer asking for Help..
The air is cold and sharp, a sudden change,
A silver frost is scattered on the lawn,
And all the familiar trees look wild and strange.
The green of summer is entirely gone,
As leaves of amber flutter to the ground,
And greet the coming of a brittle dawn.
A deeper quiet settles all around,
A pause that nature takes before the cold,
Where silence is the only remaining sound.
The autumn stories are waiting to be told,
Of shedding light and preparing for sleep,
A world transformed to copper and to gold.
But within the heart, it’s solid and deep.
“Ballet is a psalm, a form of worship and a sacred dance between the ballerina and God.” quote by prima ballerina, Ann Etgen-Atkinson.
She enters where the soft light waits
and feels its hush draw near her soul
as silence opens her inner gates.
Her *turnout forms a gentle whole,
a yielding shaped by quiet trust
that steadies her in sacred role.
Her center holds a tender must,
a call to rest in God’s soft breath
letting her striving turn to dust.
Her lines extend beyond the death
of fear or haste or earthly claim
leaning toward Love under’eth.
She moves within His whispered Name~
her steps a psalm of lifted flame.
*Turnout in ballet refers to the outward rotation of the legs from the hips, which allows dancers to achieve greater extension and maintain balance during movements. It is a fundamental aspect of ballet technique that enhances the aesthetic quality of the dance. (Source Wikipedia.com)
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Dawn cracks the tomb's seal
spiritual light blooms inside
where death used to breathe.
Now the sparrow sings the psalm
only empty graves can teach.
Raise my butts voice to signal dismissal
In the congregation of adversaries to blow the night whistle
Raise my butts trumpet in its entirety
In order to grant grace unto genuine liberty
For You are my never failing stir--
The reliable and blindly open demur
Fit in my butts to sit down in peace
And relax in grace even in the face of tease
Fit in my butts to learn more of treasure
And fight beyond possiblity off pleasure
For You are my reason behind my mind's cage
Dating fun and scope's limitations to age
Set up for the next class at will my butts
To view no more from the angle of my nuts
Set up the classic raiding crusade for my buttocks
To sit not cowardly in the earth and heaven barracks
For You are the charges deposited in my ability
Before thee-- thou creepy and shady civility
In the midst of the past glory
Let my butts not sit in its story
In the light of troubling care
Let my butts learn of no fear
For You are my standing Warrior
Against life's irresistible barrier
Your seat
Suffers no defeat
Either to the elites
Or to logical retreats
Days Bible foretold
Won't be withhold
By anyone's trying clue
The exact time to be true
In flesh, even sages are misguided
How pan-Africanism; ever divided
Make us know violence and hate
Yet, our knobbed path seems straight
While we were once whole
Guilty we don't take to soul
But now that right seems sleepy
Left turns hearts care weepy
Days are driven by surprises
The root cause of which is surmise
Oh Lord on Your seat do rise
To make fool of the wise
Amen!
I cannot remember the exact day
Though it wasn't that long ago to note
When I get home to tighten up my say
Like I wouldn't have said that rote
But I haven't been able to change it
Slippery airstream brings it without permit
Teach my tongue
Not always the usual song
When unseen is not able
Let hearty praises be stable
Story may not win hearts
Words are very core to arts
What inspirations sought
Define what minds fought
But often, muses are ÀBÍKÚ
Though words remain àìkú
Teach my words ever young
To never be old unsung
When light heals quickly, time
Let darkness dare its worth to the prime
Hero don't just fight
To show his might
But for a dream
Beyond self-esteem
To redeem his call
Even it takes him to fall
Teach my nozzle
Firing and causal
To view in smell
The aroma heaven shell
A newborn; I a newborn
Everyday's cool wordsbourne
Whose stories are often reared
In blissful nature's style sneered
For body to feed into mind for soul
Allowing new character be made whole
Teach me to use
Not only to deduce
By tongue to also pronounce
And authoritatively do denounce
Train my tongue
Words are ever young
Train my words
Before they fly out birds
Train my airstream
Before reality seems a dream
Train my smell
Time dates hell
Make me able more than my being
To keep believing in the whole green
White not left out even though we cry
Yet manna don't rain from the sky
Suffering as a messenger not guilty
But made a fool despite his active acuity
How will we pray for our leaders?
When we have become mere readers
Making fun of our suffering
Praying fervently while battering
Is a senseless act, deceit birth
When only them live in safety and wealth
If praying for them is the key
Won't we prefer praying the retiree
For swimming in the cool Dead sea
Is non-negotiable to agree in DEMO decree
You are my sugar; lemon tastes bitter
But it smells sweet in sight; filming it bright
You gift me Your life in exchange for laugh
Your agony brings me fullness of joy
What sacrifice makes other things right
The one remembered; hearts embitter
Suffering so much than anyone on my behalf
Not even my girl unless I am made a playboy
Mother's day is going well right now
But if she can do such, I wonder how?
When life but world turns upside down
Won't denial come in joyful frown
But He is a true friend that never leave
Not even in time of sorrow, hope don't believe
The wonder in His grace dating love forever
Just that we prefer to be that clever
And if per chance, we got it made
To view wisdom's measure is our aid
Do forgive us and never give lemon
To let us see in wisdom, true demon
The fleshy muscle so relax
Whispers use at ease without pressure
Or charges unto words-- tax
Your tongue is of no man's measure
Yet you are man's owned refresher
When silence parades climax
That heartbeats live in tempting leisure
To save possible regrets in flashbacks
Your tongue has never been sour
To the night of Your belove
When in checks of his heart's dour
Strengthening his charged dove
Your tongue is sweetie
Everyone loves and wants it
That's a great meaty
Of a quest in thought missing hit
I do unconsciously stay
Conscious my own way
Whenever I sneeze amidst people
I wish I am alone in the steeple
One thing is been yet to be done
Another is of people's lively fun
That possibly arise
When intent despise
Nature's staged plainly quiet notion
Which sets legs in continuous motion
Call in its droplet
To be a part of it
Defined time is near
Not near but we fear
On faith to ascertainly lean back
Even though invisible is the black
Let it not just go
It has been long so
Let's make a bit more wide splash
Before flesh turns to destined ash
Truly, we know how sweet is dew
But we shouldn't mind to start anew
To sleep not
But fight hot
Not always at ease
Appealing appease
What battle of life is ever won in such?
Without feeling the best cold cry touch
My nozzle is a double barrel
Holding enough muses like Jarrel
Fighting inking clues raw
To silent possible arising time war
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