Pristine she wore out a dress
Her hair was a mess
Her hands were rough and dry
No pain fingernails
She had gained fifteen pounds
Her heart beat beats a loud
No love in her life
She longs to be a wife
Too stubborn to be unhappy
Hair uncombed presently nappy
Sample naturally beautiful
Spirit of God in her suitable
Behold the beauty of God in her
Outside esthetics Not true to her
Beauty isn't the eye of the beholder
And in her spirit , soul and heart ,
eYe behold her
The eyes of God behold her
7/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The doors of my heart lay open:
Its atrium bleeds a woman,
For she’s an attractive dame –
Behold, God is my salvation
in His perfect love rescued me
dying for my sin on Calvary's cross
Jesus paid the price to set me free
I will trust and not be afraid
by faith in God's wondrous grace
inspired by the living word
line by line His love to trace
For the Lord Jehovah is my strength and song
walking step by step redemption's way
lead by His Spirit, sing His praise
walking towards heaven day by day
Through many trials and temptations
The Lord gives His strength and peace
standing fast against satan's schemes
The Lord assures these wars will cease
God, in His great mercy, is redeemer
for He has become my salvation
such a precious gift for His own
a price can't be put on any valuation
('Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.')
Isaiah 12: 2 (KJV)
shining radiance
the spotlight of a dark sky
behold the moons sight
The sun tickles playfully surfaces.
Dancing in highlights on everything it touches.
Serene while giddy with joy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Behold the Present
(ere truth be twisted)
Behold the present now: though Truth be rent,
And bent by Fate to counterfeit intent;
Reverse it, rend it—still the hour stands
To name thee won by no deferred commands.
The ages mask what breathes before their eyes,
They gild the lie and christen doubt as wise;
Yet every veil they draw, each fraud they spin,
But strips the world and hastens truth within.
For Truth bends not to time, nor tongue, nor crowd;
She waits while empires rise and fall unbow’d.
Stand here—no court beyond this breath is lent:
The sentence speaks: thou art now won, present.
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Midcentury ghost of tinsel past,
you stand so stiff,
so proud, so chrome~
a space-age sapling,
a disco-dome
of pink, gold, and electric blue
gyrating round your branches,
sharp as kitchen knives.
No scent of pine,
no needles found,
just astronauts’ suburban lives.
O artifice! O sleek machine!
spinning in your silver sheen.
Down in a little stable on what seemed an average morn,
Amid the sheep and cattle there, a little Lamb was born.
Destined to be a Savior to a world in frightful need.
Now laid within a manger where the livestock all would feed.
Behold the Lamb of God, come now to save us all from sin.
The One to fight the battle and from death our souls will win.
Behold the little Child who will one day carry a cross.
The Shepherd we’ve been waiting for to save all who are lost.
The shepherds from the fields would come to bow before the Lamb,
Astounded to be witnessing their God come as a Man.
But they had heard the angels singing out in choral praise
To a Child in a manger. Truly wondrous are God’s ways!
A star so brightly shining several wisemen use as guide.
A long time will they journey just to kneel down at His side.
And bringing kingly gifts of frankincense and myrrh and gold
They give them to the little Lamb foretold by seers of old.
Now, look into your hearts whom He saved from death and sin.
And contemplate your living, do you try to follow Him?
Then take some time to think about this humble little Lamb
Who is the Lord of Glory now come down to us as Man.
Born an Addict
With life
Given to me—
Flourishing,
With greatness
Within only
A slim chance
Upon birth.
Assuming instead
Identical fairness
Others achieve,
One destined
Years from now.
Born an addict,
Unable to keep
As chaos,
Its certain shadow,
Makes appearance.
Welcome, behold—
These broken,
As foreseen,
Promises.
sun now goes to bed,
sky shows pretty shades of pink,
a sight to behold.
“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur.
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
The artist paints. Resplendent scene.
On a mirror of liquid gold,
Swims the regal swans so serene.
The artist paints.
A new story is to unfold,
Sun joins the sea with a glazed sheen.
Nature is a sight to behold.
The golden orb, no longer seen.
Art shows twilight's colors so bold.
Brightly vivid and ever keen.
The artist paints.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
and such as it is I behold myself
and I am beautiful for all things,
that God has granted and created
So be it is as Himself
He too is beautiful and I am of I am
in all things that my eyes Sees In Front of Me
disguise the universe the lands the seas
all the waters even the rain in the trees
all things are beautiful
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
as I am of he fine
Behold the beauty in me
All things are expedient
All Things Are righteous
All things are encouragable
All are things pleasantries
I am one of these
I am beautiful indeed
For I am of I am and in Him I am
because I behold I am
The eye to Beholder
And to beholder use me beautiful
What is beauty to the unseeing eye?
Why does it seem to contradict?
The beholder beholds, the beholders conflict.
Are other senses true while the eyes lie?
Listen... to the dawn arise, hear the birdsong.
Feel... the cool, naughty slide of silk on your back.
Breathe... in the sin of aged Italian cognac.
Taste the deep savor of meat smoked all day long.
Behold the sun
and all its authority,
great manufacture
of God
behold God’s man
and all his impurity
prototype written on
fluid stone – the earth,
its belly of churning,
belching~ dis-pleasured
groan….
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