After knowing God
You backslide and fight; better
You have not known God.
The Lord is my Caregiver indeed
I shall not be anxious of my health’s need
He makes me to relax, from pressures to be freed
He leads me toward serenity with His comforting deed.
He restores my soul against guilt’s pain
He guides me in the paths of faith exercise-terrain
Toward practice of sharing and goodness-gain
For His name’s honour without strain.
Yes, though I walk for physical strength, and not ride
I will enjoy; fighting fears of weight I cannot hide
For He is with me, my Saviour, Shepherd,* Redeemer and guide
His wisdom and counsel direct my steps not to backslide.
He prepares a table with nutritious food before my sight
In the presence of sweet delicacies’ tempting blight
He feeds me along festive nourishing delight
My appetite is savored well and right.
Surely kindness of His spirit will flow
And I will continually thank Him, making me glow.
*Psalms 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
(Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme)
May 15, 2024
Poem of the Week, May 19-25
3rd place, "Modern Version Psalms 23" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 5/22/2024
Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
'Twas a tawdry affair that trifles pittance fare,
A Qualified Judge.
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Allied With Grudge.
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Pride Did Smudge.
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Backslide By Nudge.
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Denied To Rejudge.
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Teary-Eyed No Budge.
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"FORGIVENESS"
"Implied?" ... "Theorized!"
"Her fate has already been decided ..."
"... and what of me ...?"
"Your fate will be defined."
We wear a smile to hide,
the tears we wear inside.
Our laughter we have applied,
feeling it will be our guide.
Life is but a wild ride,
filled with how we have lied.
One's beliefs can be set aside,
when one choose to backslide.
Have lies been our guide,
watch out it will make you cross-eyed.
I'm back;
Self love is in the air;
Fire up now I'm on track;
Boy test me if you dare
but I found that life hack;
Shining.
inner light with no bounds;
That's what you see lifting
me into the storm clouds;
Any doubts left dying;
Inside
I have faltered before;
Uncontrollable tide
raging inside my core;
Never again backslide.
The phone is ringing, ringing ring ring ring
But I won't answer it
I just keep on singing, singing
God is talking to me
So I got to praise Him
You see God is on the phone
And He won't leave me alone
Until I give Him full praise
Until I say His Holy, Holy name
In the moment that He whispers
He settles me
But I won't pick up the phone
I'm ashamed to be alone
Mustn't backslide now
hello hello I'll
Talk to my Father
Even though I don't want to bother
You see God is on the phone
And He won't leave me alone
Until I give Him full praise
Until I say His Holy, Holy name
In the moment that He whispers
He settles me
A ring, ring, ring
I still sing, sing, sing
the phone is ringing and it's for me
It's God, Jesus and the Angels
On a party line
They all say I'll be just fine
6/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Don’t give up for your life is still here, if their is a spark of light, your ways will be clear. Don’t give up because Jesus is God, he never left you nor will he ever fall. Don’t give up because love is in your heart, if it’s still beating, you still have a fresh start. Don’t give up when things makes a drastic turn, don’t give in to satan’s burn. Don’t give up because hope still abounds, when life gives you lemons, your lemonade will be found. I backslide from the truth of the lord but when I prayed and asked for forgiveness my voice was gracefully heard. Keep on fighting for a new day and when you come face to face with Jesus he will welcome you into his kingdom because you had a little faith. God Bless everyone and I pray for everybody who is backsliding and for all people. Hope is where your heart is! Jesus loves you! God Bless!
Things look grim for the career crim,
who has hopes of becoming a kingpin
As more are dobbed in,
I am hopeful this will help us win,
When we throw the locks in the bin,
And Kick up such a din,
That more doors are kicked in
As covid 19 has taught us what it takes to win,
And who best to vote in.
If we wear our new habits with pride,
And don't backslide,
We will push the crim aside,
As we rush outside,
With numbers on our side.
My God, here am I with my desire to do Your will*
Though I’m not worthy... such I'll strive, triumphantly, fulfill
Cognizant of Your might I must depend on, totally still…
Help me; keep my soul marching toward service-hill.
My Lord, in my perseverance to do Your will with diligence
You alone can uphold my patience and persistence
While granting me peace midst worldliness-turbulence…
Help me; keep my faith focused unto You in my worship’s reverence.
My Master, I vow to do Your will and in You, abide
Yet, I admit my inability; thus I need You as my Guide
Enable me to perform joyously as I prudently decide…
Help me; keep my heart in Your love so I won’t backslide.
My Saviour, You’re my example in doing God’s will for Your glory
That reaches out to others, leading them from anxieties’ misery
By Your grace, overcoming slothfulness and its destructive injury…
Help me; keep my spirit trusting Your assured victory.
*Luke 11:2 …When ye pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth.
July 29, 2019
Lord be my guide
Help me not to waver or slide
Show me how I can stand and not cry
Let me not run nor hide
Rid me of all hate and pride
Teach me how to be a submissive bride
So that my husband may not backslide
And cause our family to divide.
How long, would you hide
Aren't you tired of the roller coaster ride
Put aside your pride and return to ' YAH ' side
Don't be sadden, don't be afraid
Stop digging your brother's grave
Be strong, turn from wrong
Just listen, live and obey
Four hundred years of sin and backslide
Chained, caned, blamed and shamed
'YAH' knows we were frame
But we were told to love and refrain
'YAH', said in the end we will gain
Our existence was not in vain
So do not hide nor collide
Stand firm put up a fight
Learn to be brave and unite
Four hundred years of secret and lies
Buried and conceal to keep us in the dark
Open your eyes, be brave
Stop digging your own grave
Research, search and learn to go to church
Four hundred years of concealing the truth
And killing our youths will soon end
Lets not pretend
That you had nothing to do with planning our end
I don't mean to offend
But you know you were never our friend
After all you where the ones who staged our end.
Money consceous in precise.
It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog,
My whole life was set on clock,
Narrow way wasn't part of my want...
Broadway was a prioritised sort,
Fire in my heart shows Golliath size,
Nobody knew David would be in God's eyes,
In spite of leading classy trites,
Those mindset later got rot,
Smoke from coals couldn't permit me to tie a knot,
Obsessed with pride,
Led innocent men to evenly backslide,
Holy scriptures for staunch believers,
Mine was published with fellow deceivers,
The spiritual babes get enticed to scheme lullaby,
The truth,how many of them is ready to buy?
Our living is likened to the adventist of ghost Apes,
We hunt for corpse in caves,
Without thinking of ours in graves,
Home of tribulation will I enjoyed divine pain,
That's when nothing will be left to slain,
God please hold me from the prey,
For in you will I be saved.
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
Life's tides can either be a good or bad ride. Good if you
Coincide, take it in stride.
Bad if you have too much pride or try to hide, you'll be in for a fough ride.
Just glide, never collide or ride cockeyed for many have found themselves by the wayside.
A lot have even died when they backslide trying to ride life's tides.
Now if many a tear you have cried remember, life's tides can misguide, come disguised as a joyride.
To bring about foolish or false pride, which will leave you mortified.
And many will try to glorify their foolish or false pride. And the saf truth, it's worldwide.
But there's an upside , you don't need to abide if you learn to glide.
You'll stop being denied become purified, able to see things from the inside, which will make you. Bona Fide.
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