It's me my wife and Christ
Bonded together three as one always
If I were married today there'd be too chords and one that I would praise
INTERTWINED so divine three would be as one for this I say
The times of marriage are serious it's a big decision in life
To have a husband to have a wife
a covenant bent first on Earth and then in heaven grist
Freedom making decisions bonded together entering into a forever relationship
A man and a wife tethered to the cord of Christ heartstrings become a strong
The lifeline I want my spirit to be United in marriage and Faith
And in the love of the Lord our God for two are better than one
And three are divine when you include Jesus Christ
For falling alone my friend can't help me up
And pity the one who's alone and has no one to help him up
But a cord of three strands is not quickly broken
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Ecclesiastics 4:09 10, 12
Categories:
ecclesiastics, analogy, confidence, devotion, engagement,
Form: Rhyme
“He has made everything suitable in its time. He also has put {the past} in their hearts, yet no one can grasp what God does from the beginning to the end” (Ecclesiastics 3:11)
I remember treading through narrow marshy paths,
Our fields with my father, me as a little child;
While in a slip, like an involuntary maths,
My "grasp" of my father's hand and the way he smiled...
The "vines" creeping climbing crawling filled with ripe grapes,
"Hold" fast to the branches whose endurance seem strong;
And "glide" greatly and gets best of forms and fine shapes,
Source of the air and soil they "inhale" and live long...
As the days went by and when I lost my father,
Just Like creepers and climbers, the strength I did need;
I "clutch" now the hands of the heavenly author,
The father and author of every life well "hued”…
Faced with trials, tribulations we "gasp" and pant,
Only when we "clasp" the hand of God we stand free;
In him, our spirits "soar"; his name we need to chant,
He makes our life whole; wake us his kingdom to see.
02 July 2021
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
ecclesiastics, faith, god, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
I am sick
I am sick of love
I went to the physician
I went to the magician
They said I needed a prayer
So I should see the pastor
But I could not find solution
I am consumed in my confusion
The dead rose up
The sea dried up
The darkness went and light come
The snow melted and spring came
I was tired of all this ecclesiastics
For I am consumed in my confusion
Love is the only solution
Which will bring satisfaction
Categories:
ecclesiastics, love,
Form: Classicism