Labour party on the precipice pegging all hopes on Andy
Come forth the King of the North who’s more than handy
Begging voters with a new orifice in office sweet as candy
No self harmer Starmer karma so will be fine and dandy
Novice compared to Boris when it’s comes to being randy
Chequers not mecca for shady sort cohorts on the brandy
Burnham’s bid to get rid of the avarice & malice of Mandy
Andy no pinko champagne socialist working class shandy
The Mayor with flair and great hair becomes the grandee
Flashes those eyelashes an ego plea everyone look at me
Gooey cheese he does bestow like Barry Manilow’s Mandy
Don't tease Andy be a tandy & give muppet Farage a pandy
With new brand & a hand from Ed Milliband & Lisa Nandy
Free from company tyranny he’s not a puppet "Andy Pandy"?
Hear God’s shout across the skies,
Calling your name - no more surprise.
Come Forth! He says, with a rocking voice,
Foundations stir, they know His holy voice,
Let the miraculous realm arise,
A flood of wonder before your eyes.
A new unction-oil begins to pour,
From heaven’s gate to your troubled soul.
It will replace the sigh with song,
A shout of praise where hearts belong.
Speak His Name - Jesus, Jesus,
Healing flows, it never leaves us.
Don’t wait until the war is done,
Shout now, the victory’s won!
Lift your voice, let triumph ring,
Even as saints and angels sing.
Come to the Table, take your place,
There’s full provision, boundless grace.
For all we need, so rest in Him and go,
Peace is found in Him - we’re made to glow.
So keep on worshipping, don’t cease,
Till high places fall, and hearts find peace.
????Dear One Come Forth--
Dearest one, sons and daughters;
Of the most High God ????Elohim ;
Covenant giver faith deliverer;
Good grace in mercy heaven story;
Dear One come forth
I embrace the favor of You O' Lord;
I embrace the one you've given me God;
For your purpose, for you honor,
and your glory;
In advance everso thankful;
Dear One cone forth
For leading me a ? Heart;
Keeping her/him set apart;
My, mine dearest one, please come forth;
9/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024(c)
A PoetrySoup poem
A day in a night that has changed
A twenty-four hour period
God stands outside of time
He watches over all things
Although I am one of His offerings
I am His
A week has come and gone
The universe still sets above
I am encased, embraced in His arms
I am a child of the living King
He reigns on heaven and earth
Elohim creator of all
Minute’s mere seconds I left heavenly places
I am from heaven, I came, I come forth to earth
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
And wilt Thou yet be found?
And may I still draw near?
From the hymn “And wilt Thou yet be found” by Charles Wesley
When darkness carves a path
Your heading, sad remorse
Now lost the aftermath
Oh, let His light come forth
Where empty feelings fall
Each breath a tethered force
And angry echoes call
Oh, let His light come forth
As shackles bind your limbs
Your heart a shadowed source
Invite Him to come in
Oh, let His light come forth
And wilt Thou yet be found
The straight and welcomed course
Know He is all around
Oh, let His light come forth
8/11/20
Written for the In Honor of Charles Wesley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Self U bring on misery, come forth
World Y you come to destroy me come forth
Satan U do try to deceive me I rebuke
Help me O Lord Jesus
I'm your subject
and as the world neglects
I do interject
I confess
Self U no good to me
World Y are not my friend U C
Satan git thee behind me
Come forth, love, grace-power and mercy...
Rejoice in God the Father
Jesus Alleluia
Come forth I rebuke negativity in Jesus Name
Come forth all ye of heavy burdens, Hey....
I do interject
I confess
Self U no good to me
World Y are not my friend U C
Satan git thee behind me
I refuse negativity this way today...
Hallelujah anyway...
8/21/19
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
COME FORTH
"Call Master!" Swollen eyes prove disbelief.
The eerie aura of cruel silent grave
in titanic fence for cadaver’s save.
"Why us?" They thought the night-rider’s the thief:
Covert – the Victor cogitated this grief
to glory in Laz’rus – who’s a death’s slave.
Peace and tiff his kith and kin rather crave-
to sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief.
He titled Resurrect in caliber
rolled stone; undress the Dead for longing mate.
"Come forth! Come forth!!" comforts the Comforter:
A rebirth from sleep – faces titivate:
Acquaintances wine and dine in wonder;
Saints in all generations celebrate
Sing to me, a verse
Address my heart it will dance
Poetry is love
The taking of the pen in hand
to write of what I see,
the lines that come forth through inward demand
remain the best expressions of me.
Never old and ever changing
are the words upon each page.
Never limitless are my options
for the world is viewed as a stage.
Of various people from all walks of life
to the seasons of unending change,
the subjects I write of from day to day
are as far as east from west in their range.
Desire and accomplishment are best expressed
each day that I find time to write.
Only when done can heart and hand rest
as the words of each poem come to light.
Douglas L. Ace
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