Best Partaker Poems
He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair
He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved
He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man
He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead
He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling
The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find
He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory
He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way
and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
my aged old mind has been set free
Father, I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"
And thus it is, the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man..
He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair
He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved
He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man
He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead
He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling
The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find
He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory
He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way
and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"
And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...
Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage
Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb
The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default
The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship
Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock
Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7
Lament Of A Former Dark Soul
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
I was: the partaker of my own laments
A demon hellbent on satisfying my lust
Broken down, scarred covered in dents
Charming for sure but not one to trust
I was: a mist that wraps and engages
Smooth talker, master of the love arts
A dark, evil force when in my rages
Ripping many kind, loving hearts apart
I am: now an angel that found the Light
A prayer offered, the blessing found me
Seeking truth and mercy, all thats right
Away from darkness my soul did then flee
I am: a voice that cries to be so kind
Once wretched spirit giving out pain
Light brought truth invading my mind
That darkness, never shall return again
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
Robert J. Lindley, 04-27-2015
Note : A sinner was I. Not as bad as my write portrays(poetic leeway) but
bad enough to see my former self in true light.
Don't blame me, my muse forced this one out of me!
I hope I did not shatter any images of my kind, and generous
self...
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
Do you remember this?
Perfect of all imperfections
Clueless of all clues
Ideas of all all ideologies
Even, depth of all depths
Just thinking...what more can be said
If you are not a partaker of the feelings
Alright! Hold it right there it says...
Did you forget to say this?
Its the thoughts of all thinkers
The warmth of a real heart and
The story behind all imaginations
Better still,the heart that speaks solemn
The very night of every night
The memorable ones i must say...
Its tenderness so soft, so mild it is
Expressions are real you can not fake it
I remember now dave
So time less,it has no boundaries
Un ending its nature has become
I seem to have found the right word
Could it be called love? Gentle in its kindness
Yes! yes! yes!!! It sounds like it
love of varsal entorganism
L.O.V E.
Roseline
Never turn away nor go astray
Reverence the heavenly Father every day
Crave pure spiritual milk
Grow and be built
Mature every day unto perfection
Expect great promise of direction
Partaker of the divine nature
escape corruption give diligence
add to your faith virtue and intelligence
Godiliness Kindness and most of all charity
Bearing Fruit growing up with clarity
Gifted to be like God
Blessed to beat all odds
Attributes of love patience temperance
Smart enough to know the difference
A lifetime helped by the Holy Spirit
Nothing done by Him is hard
Praying growing in the full knowledge of Almighty God
HERE COME THE PARTAKER
HERE COMES THE UNDERTAKER
IS IT THE JUSTICE
IS IT THE PRACTICE
THE PARTAKER IS KNOWN
THE UNDERTAKER IS UNKNOWN
JUSTICE PARTAKER ROLLS ON
WHEN THE SUN SETS
WHEN THE SUN RISES
THE LENGTH OF THE JOURNEY
UNPREDICTABLE IT IS
THE SUN IS A DEMOCRAT
TRIBUTES TO THE SUN
FAREWELL TO GANI FAWEHINMI
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
I am a moving train
On a journey of no destination
Desperate as desperate can be
If you have embarked on this train in error
Resign yourself to fate
For there is no going back
If you are a willing Partaker
In this adventure of desperation
You are welcome to my world
We are in this together
Hold your breath my passengers
And see how far we can go
In this journey there are no stop overs
There are no restrictions
Let it go on
Do whatever you can
While it lasts
It is an adventure that could make you
It could also mar you
cause traveling is dying a little
ELECTRONS OF THE ETERNAL LIFE
Birth is the origin
From there forth
Ageing starts,
It acquires a negative sign.
This ends up in a death,
Defined as seventy years,
A hundred and ten,
Forty
Or even hours after birth.
The opposite side
Of the same scale
With birth as the origin
Is the eternal life.
It acquires a positive sign
This starts with birth
And goes unknown length
At infinity!
An atom of life
Has birth with a zero sign
As a neutron.
It has eternal life
With a positive sign
In that nuclear.
These are constants.
But the shells
Are made up by ageing.
Through them
One receives or looses
Electrons
When reacting
With the element God.
If the outer shell
Looses electrons
It is pronounced as eternal life.
If the outer electrons are
Lost,
The outer shells adopt
That same tendency,
They slowly fade out,
Literally termed
As the growing seeds of the evil.
The inner nuclear
Shatter
And a strong atomic heat released.
Literally, the unquenchable fire
Which burns individuals
With a varying degree
Of strength
According to one’s
Atomic number,
Literally talents offered to him,
And
According to one’s deeds
Both in secret and in light.
If the outer shell receives
Electrons from God,
Literally the blood of Jesus,
The humanity is enhanced
To the godliness.
Psalm eight-two,
Verse six.
Here,
One is termed
As the son of God,
A partaker of the kingdom.
This is summarized as
EMMANUEL,
Which translates into
God with us.
A fact!
Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
All said and done
Nigeria is the giant of Africa
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching
into orbit of true colossus
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker
In her current misadventures
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness
Everything that is given
It's so long to me for a reason
For just the season
I am too cold and cultivate process receiving
Guide and substain
I am too be a partaker of it the gleanings
That I've been covering it with I am a sole processor maintain
I plant, I water, I watch over it these trues
These are the things that I must do
In essence to help grow up right ever so more futher
I am watching, I am a caregiver, I am a holder, I am a nurturer,
Behold I go, I hold for this reason
I care for what God has given me this season
8/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
COMMUNION
Divine splash of senses and emotions -
Michelangelo’s sensate visual of creation!
Articulation of a semi-conscious dream.
Other artists continue my work as they read -
extrapolating more from the marble,
exploring each angle, weighing it upon
a scale, with their own emotions and stories.
God creates through His fingertips - electricity
pervades a poem and each partaker wipes and
turns the chalice, deeply and fully imbibing.
10/26/2016
Chalice – wine cup used in the Christian Eucharist