In the children’s ward of a hospital,
Through the W.P.A.*
A 16-panel mural
Was, for patients, on display.
The artist, Abram Champanier,
In 1938,
Took the Lewis Carroll characters
From “Alice” to create
A tale of Wonderland’s whole cast
As they visited each site
Of the city of New York
To fill the children with delight.
So there on Lady Liberty,
The subway and the zoo,
The Empire State and Steeplechase,
Are Alice and her crew.
The building was abandoned
After years and it was marked
For a renovation, so a group
Of volunteers embarked
On a plan to save the murals,
Which they managed to preserve.
Our gratitude is not enough
To give what they deserve.
The restoration took some years
And now they are on view.
A museum** in New York is where
I saw them; so can you.
How wonderful to have a chance
To see each vibrant scene
And to reinforce the joy of art
And how much it can mean.
*Works Progress Administration
**Museum of the City of New York
Heap of silver
Will divide us
By all the just.
Gift of Egypt
Shared to the just
Bless by Go.
Abraham lied
To the Pharaoh
To save Sarah.
If God bless you
None can hinder
It will happen.
Open window
One bless enough
Unlimited.
God bless Abram
Not only rich
But very rich.
Drought all around
If you obey
God will bless you.
If God promise
It will fulfill
Soon or later.
Envied Cyclops
Deep in the bone
Grinding their teeth.
You gold diggers
Hide your machine
God's gold find you.
His angry screamed at me in silent
Her quiet eyes sorely pierced her smile
Violently behaving worlds standard
Sinless for who’s alive to judge them
Labeled a problem you cannot judge them
For who am I to hug
For whom am I to judge?
For who am I to hold, a grudge
WHOM AM I TO JUDGE WHEN I DON’T UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING PERFECT IN GOD
I am to receive the un-understandable with love
Man judges by his standards
God judges man’s heart
In Him we’re perfect
Whose are they to judge? .
WHOM AM I TO JUDGE WHEN I DON’T UNDERSTAND
EVERYTHING PERFECT IN GOD
When the judge is invisible and is undeniable perfect love
10/8/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Abram and his book of Job
The greatest story he was ever told
a book of survival of the hardest love
To teach of the Father up above
It was taught him that it was true
Like Lazarus to us through and through
Of all the gods he had heard of before
This was the god that he would adore
The hidden and the silent
The only one who, loved him as a son
As fathers often do
Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent was He
Who loss of no thought, presence or difficulty
He was all as all could be
Unimaginable to just that degree
Creator of all of which none could flee
I imagine Abram as he first said "Me?"
And God in his thoughts said "Yes, thee."
Based on 2 Samuel 19:28
O Savior at Your feet I kneel
So humbled by Your grace
That you would come my soul to heal
To meet me face to face
Whene’er You meet me in this way
My thoughts and strength soon flee
I see how weak I am; I pray
“O King, You look on me?”
For I and all my house were dead
Before my Lord the King
Yet You have tasted death instead
And rose to end death’s sting
Because of love, an oath You made
With Abram long ago
That oath, that love, shall never fade
That love You’ve made me know
Because of You, I’m still alive
I’m filled from Your supplies
Your hope and peace have made me thrive
You’ve always heard my cries
You give me hope, eternal light
Beneath your wings I sing
So how could I still have the right
To cry unto the King?
Rigid and small in dunam
Revelations glued into baldam
Literacy filled amalgam
Inherited from its predecessor
Abram the Hanif ancestor
The legacy of pilgrim Lordor
Revealed command “read”
The order was repeated by lead
Coupled Shafa than ennead
unaccompanied
I set out to traverse the hinterlands
perceiving myself as a blemish on society
all eyes averted from my unsightly visage
the pernicious shadow of doubt's cloud
casting an ominous apparition that darkened the mood
but failed to dampen the xeric ground with needed rain
feigning confidence in my destination
striding past sage and succulent - yucca and agave
longing for the carefree smell of the ocean
and the company of friends
feeling like Abram departing Ur of the Chaldees
seeking astral consolation from the night sky
kneeling to pray to the heavenly sentry
I'd close my eyes to rest from the weary enterprise
of surviving my high school wilderness
Written 10 Nov 2020
BLESSED YOU WILL BE
Abram bless get out
Leave this country get out now
Leave kindred fam' leave
Greatly made nation
Leave this country get out now
Arise and walk leave
Leave kindred fam' leave
When gone from them shall be bless
Blessed you will be
You will be blessing
God said will bless who bless thee
You will be blessing
Blessed you will be
Leave this country get out now
Thee whom are blessed
Curse them that curse you
In Abram all families
All the earth blessed
Genesis 12:1-3
" Biblical Poetry"
10-06-2017
Love me now or love me later, the power of love there is no force greater. The love of GOD ,his Son, our Savior. Him, the Most High, Allah, the Creator.
Love thy Father, the GOD of Abram. Praise Yahweh, Jehovah God, I AM.
Praise he that healeth,with a gentle touch of his palm. I sing to you a whisper, a hymn, a psalm.
Fear not death cause with he there is life thereafter. Forgive my folly, I serve you, what's thy will thy Master.
Behold the Alpha and Omega, which is the Beginning and the End. The only one who knows the path of the wind.
Pray all men to the LORD of HOSTS. whom giveth the HOLY SPIRIT, baptized by the HOLY GHOST.
His love flows forever like the waters of a spring. Study thy Word, forsake not thy King.
Forgive us all for we all have sin. Thank you Father, In JESUS name I pray Amen.
Knock knock ding dong .... Moon calling. Here I am. Circular white and glowing. Look at my craters. Great arena aren't they. Look out for that long blue ridge. There is a translucent triangle. Moving. Round and round. Good isn't it. Now I would like to sit down. It is day. I have shone all night. Let me rest. Oh fantastic you have made me a seat. Such lovely fabric too. Thankyou so much for this. And a brew too. With bread. Besides the roaring fire. I will tell you the story of the colours and then I must sleep. Swinging swirling shaping shafts simmering shimmering sedately. Ornate. Every eon brings a spade. A spade that digs and offers hue to a blackness. Auric Vedic beauty beams. Iridescent in form. And delivered. Sky capsules if human formation are simply not powerful enough to eradicate the flow. Timeless. Ceaseless. Endless. And now I sleep. Thankyou for your hospitality. Wave to me tonight. Calibres cantering catering clapping. Good. Xxxx alder Abram p y q
From the Bible, there’s a
Story that’s taught…
The story of Abram’s
nephew Lot.
There was a path for Abram
and Lot to choose.
But Lot was the one
who really did lose.
He chose to live in Sodom!
Filled with wickedness and sin.
Grieving the heart of God once again!
God’s angels came, and led him out!
Before fire destroyed the city throughout!
To live in this city was his choice!
His own fault!
Later, his wife turned
into a pillar of salt.
Please watch where you go!
And what you say!.
You’re called to represent Christ every day!
Evil company corrupts good morals!
Your spiritual life will rot!.
Please don’t live a life of compromise!
As did Lot!
By Jim Pemberton
Theres no greater happiness
than a feeling of joy & theres nothin
like a man thats been hurt beyond scorn a contrite heart
makes one feel reborn
those who grieve the spirit
should feel the Father when he mourns
sin is an addiction and we need rehab
if we're truly children of the light
lets remove the mask, stop conforming
to this world and givin in to the flesh
when we're led by the spirit in that
valley of the shadow of death
I swear we a mess but we still
gotta scape goat, we between 2 worlds
so its time to elope, it feels like Im
floating naw Im walkin on water
walkin by faith yeah I just crossed
the border so in the cross Ima boast
in it McDonalds Im lovin it Im feeling
so Abram yeah Im so covenant
In the beginning Love proved concept is vain
Extenuating circumstances of concepts are vain,
Truth proved love, the same, not to be vain,
Manifesting truth as a body in essence vain,
That love and its truth be in essence not vain,
Love’s hope was that truth would not remain vain,
Returning true essence to Loves peace again,
In marriage of twain to void the void of vain,
Vanity of vanity, in eternity, it is quite vain,
The truth did live even in the void body of vain,
Abram found truth even in the void of his vain,
Noah proved truth in sight of humanity quite vain,
These men proved death’s message void and vain,
In twain, death providence proves that void is vain,
As Love repented of His truth buried in flesh vain,
Precept proved truth in the concept of a void vain,
Living of the flesh, no eternity stash, it is in vain,
Truth is in simplicity, complex concepts are vain…
…Selah!
All things work for good they say,
To those that love the Lord;
But it seems we only say such things,
When we can well afford,
To look upon another's cares,
And shake our heads in pity,
And hope and pray that for his sake,
His trials won't be too many;
But let the Lord look down and say,
We must give something up,
Or say that we must pack and leave,
Or fail to brim our cup;
At times like this we may forget,
All our abundant treasure.
It may be hard to realize,
That it's not by our measure,
That He decides to give and take,
But according to His plan.
God will bless and He will keep,
His children in His hand.
"NOW THE LORD SAID UNTO ABRAM,'GET THEE OUT OF THY COUNTRY,AND FROM THY KINDRED AND FROM THY FATHER'S HOUSE UNTO A LAND THAT I WILL SHEW THEE.'
SO ABRAM DEPARTED AS THE LORD HAD SPOKEN UNTO HIM, AND ABRAM WAS SEVENTY AND FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN HE DEPARTED OUT OF HARAN."
Genesis 12:1-4
From the Bible, there’s a
lesson to be taught:
The story of Abram and
his nephew Lot.
Their herdsman argued.
To separate they did choose.
But Lot was the one
who really did lose.
He chose the city of Sodom—
filled with wickedness and sin.
Grieving the heart of God once again.
To live in this city was his
choice—his own fault.
It was his wife that turned
into a pillar of salt.
He later sinned with his two
daughters whom each had a boy.
But it was Lot who was
robbed of a Godly joy.
Please watch where you
go and what you say.
You’re to represent
Christ every day!
Evil company corrupts good morals—
your spiritual life will rot.
Ending up in compromise—
as did Lot!
By Jim Pemberton
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