I
will not
bow down to
the gods of greed
who want my freedom,
who demand a rich tithe
from my meagre livelihood,
devalue worthiness with gold,
its priests say give more abundantly
while assessing my worth by my money.
-OR-
I
will not
bow down to
the gods of greed
who want my freedom,
who demand a rich tithe
from my meagre livelihood,
devalue worthiness with gold,
its priests say give more abundantly
while assessing my worth by my money.
written February 17, 2022
Oh, Lord
I am all yours
All yours
Yes all yours
it's all up to you that
I'm freely, freely choose
To be just all yours, all yours
Barak Shàbach
I bow down
To you O Lord
And loud adoration I proclaim
h a l a l
A celebrate and dance
h a l a l
O Lord God I celebrate loud
As I celebrate And dance Barak Shabach
Barak Shabach
Out loud I shout and proclaim
I bow down, I bow down out loud I shout and proclaim
Hallelujah glory to his name
EVERY One SHALL BOW DOWN TO WORSHIP GOD AND SON--
All
shall bow
down to praise
Father God yes
ALL
1/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
deep thick wide large but small hearts mothers have
all time emitting unfeigned unconditional love
a great glorious treasure expanding with real instinct
unending that can't be measured with any means
no comparison no example in this human world
they feel with valid and pure mind
they want nothing from children
without any expectation they give birth
every seconds keep images of children in their hearts
pray God for the good of children without any reward
Oh! all the Mothers of the world you are the first Divine
the first and best teachers of children's life
i bow down before all of you with humble respect
May God bless you all from every spheres of life
May God bless all children to feel all days as Mothers Day
to offer highest respect next to celestial God
simply i feel and say with my small heart too
if you all are happy then only we can be surely
Bow Down to Storm, To Rise up to Norm
In praying position as the religion directs, bow down to storm
As god’s judgement, can’t avoid, have to weather it as the norm.
Will the storm breed life or decay and destroy is the question?
Will one be able to gather the strength to rebuild and refreshen?
Night ends day begins, day ends night begins, is a cycle of life
Bad will be cleared by good, to cycle bad again put more strife
Don’t cry anymore if in life you have to face hardships of love
But one must try to forget hardships consorted with life thereof.
The conflict between life and decay will soon come to an end
And the flowers of life will soon grow and blossom in the end.
The aftermath of hardships is like the aftermath of the storm
Only way to face them is to rise, to reconstruct and to reform.
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Date 12-22-13
Second place win
Contest: After the Storm by Shanity Rain
I can't change
And you can't make me
This world has already tried to break me
And I stand here strong
So what makes you think you can do anything else to make me wrong
You aren't strong enough
To make me fall to my knees
Who do you think you are?
Dust in the wind
An old women who can't confront her own sins
Pass your judgments and please tell your friends
Point out everything you can
But in the end you won't win
Your not smart enough to challenge me
Your to worn to even try to begin
So count your blessing, that you aren't worth my time
Because I would show you true fear
It's the look in your eyes when your staring in the mirror
Thinking about how did you get here
So concentrate on me, Tell me I'll never be good enough
I promise you'll never see one tear
The difference between me and you
Is perfectly clear
When they tried to break you
You bowed down without a fight
And I've crawled to far on my knees
To ever let someone as insignificant as you
Make me do it again
So try your hardest I welcome the fight
Don't hold back hit me with all your might
I'll be standing at the finish line with your loaded gun
Telling you I wish you were more fun
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