This January My Eternity Rings-

"In my battered whelms; Those profiles which I never win; My healing has just begun, they begin... The winter storms; often remind me of my birth my birth when I was born in the cold months of January... there was I buried out of my mother's womb; Now not blanketed covered by my sins and hers; blood runs deep and warm; they begin... My sin storms; Those choice I've made bad from conception on; in the cold months of January... in the sum of some sixty-five years; most of them in sin and shame; yet I remain, I claim to be present a child of the King; in the cold months of January... they begin... for what it's worth I'm no longer hurt I am more than just dirt; my vessel contains this spirit and soul; So I shall go... it begins My eternity rings My mansion in the skies No longer tears in my eyes I'll be more than just getting by I am ALIVE a sinner of bad choices Repented and re birthed Birth again, now a Child of a Living King Coming back for His children maybe? on January Only He knows it begins My eternity rings My mansion in the skies I shall yet praise now while I'm physically alive and when my body laid down for the final time I'll raise my spirit in my souls hands Fly upward toward the Savoir of Man Who am I Whom am I Just a rising Spirit of this former Clay bod So I shall go... it begins My eternity rings My mansion in the skies No longer tears in my eyes I'll be more than just getting by I am ALIVE a sinner been forgiven ~ My sin storms; Those choice I've made bad from conception on; they ended... Got a new pair of clothes to wear now Got a new robe and clean feet Now I'm standing and walking on golden streets Paved of Gold So I shall go... it begins My eternity rings those the bells of eternal freedom My mansion in the skies No longer tears in my eyes I'll be more than just getting by I am ALIVE a sinner been forgiven Hear only I those... bells won't you come well you come Won't you come don't know what month, what year nor day; Must stay on my knees and pray; Our eternity rings When will Jesus return a cloudy January would be nice even a sunny July Bells Only He knows it begins My eternity rings My mansion in the skies I shall yet praise now while I'm physically alive and when my body laid down for the final time I'll raise my spirit in my souls hands Fly upward toward the Savoir of Man This February who am I to judge, for I have no heaven nor hell to put anyone Not I No! I am not holier than thou I too must see God Help me Help us all O LORD This January my eternity rings - - Amen" 2/25/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020