Jesus Christ, the Lord God Almighty
the great Creator, the founder of everything
for He is eternal, with no beginning
and will always be reigning as King
Jesus Christ, the Son of God
one with His Father and the Holy Spirit
full of grace, truth and light
an everlasting glow shining bright
Jesus Christ. the God of miracles
He walked on water, calmed storms
healed leprosy, raised the dead
never a moment He's not in top form
Jesus Christ calls His disciples
from His original 12 who came
even today He's still calling His own
no matter your age, He'll set you on flame
Jesus greatest act of love
to die, shedding His blood on Calvary
this, He willingly did for His own
a mighty saviour indeed is He
There's just no name like Jesus
for He lives to bring His glory
to touch our lives with His presence
abiding close to us, His forever story
Take it.
The numbers, the digits, the little green glow
of whatever I'm supposed to be proud of.
Take the savings, the someday money,
the cushion I built for a fall
I no longer believe in.
She smiled,
and the whole street turned gold.
The man selling oranges is a saint.
The bus driver, a poet.
Even the pigeons look like they've been
dipped in light.
I could stand in the middle of the crosswalk
and hand out my heart like flyers,
here, take some, there's plenty,
because one curve of her mouth
and I'm a river that forgot it had banks.
People spend their lives
counting, stacking, chasing the next zero,
afraid of the day the balance runs dry.
And I'm over here
a billionaire in the only currency
that ever mattered,
the way she looks up
and the world rearranges itself around it.
So go ahead.
Empty the account.
Let the screen read nothing.
I'll still be standing here,
drunk on the sunlight in her teeth,
rich beyond arithmetic,
every number I've ever owned
bowing its head
to a smile
it could never afford.
It's not for a single bean, I toil.
I set an army in a pot to boil
for two hours in a roiling sea -
to my stomach, a cruel eternity.
Like every son and daughter,
a bean longs for calmer water,
but this huge leguminous glut,
will not find it inside my gut.
A shadow falls, where sunlight used to dance,
Five years, a fleeting, joyful, vibrant chance.
A world of laughter, innocence, and glee,
Cut short beside the road, wild and free.
The school bell rings, a sound that jars the soul,
A simple message, taking its cruel toll.
Words spoken softly, yet they pierce like a knife,
Shattering dreams, stealing vibrant life.
The world transforms, a canvas turned to gray,
A brother's laughter now a memory's sway.
A heart that aches, a silent, endless plea,
For moments stolen, that can never be.
Though grief may linger, love will find its way,
To paint the darkness with a brighter day.
His spirit lives, in every gentle breeze,
A star that shines, bringing gentle ease.
A quiet enchantment needs
no stage to captivate.
A sudden, incandescent grace
illuminates the crowded room,
Disarming every hardened heart
with effortless benevolence,
An unpretentious, magnetic
warmth that softly draw us
near.
It leaves a lingering,
unforgettable impression in its
wake,
Enthralling spirits without a
single ostentatious word,
A fleeting, beautiful magic
woven into the quietest breath.
Risibly eyed.
As oft do guage
What to them and at their age
Is comical.
Sweeter, softer.
As oft tracing
A kindred innocence in
The animal.
Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
What does a number do?
You’re invited—plus one
—that’s everyone!
The infinite conundrum.
I have come to realize that every moment of my life
Has been solely about meeting and falling in love with you.
That has been my life’s purpose and I didn’t know it til now.
Grace in every detail
Never have I
Been surprised
He’s by myside
He is in side
Yahweh Redeemer, Horn of Salvation
Light of the world
He is… I am of the Lord
The way
Good shepherd
Root of David Lamb of God
Yahweh Redeemer, Horn of Salvation
Light of the world
He is… I am of the Lord
The way
Good shepherd
Root of David Lamb of God
Grace in every detail
Never have I
Been surprised
He’s by myside
He is in side of me
Grace in every detail
9/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
They say, “Not everything is about you,”
but what if every wound was true?
They say, “We never meant to hurt,”
but what if pain was not an accident?
They think I'm losing interest, losing me,
while I'm fighting for who I used to be;
forsaken, weary, misunderstood,
I hide my anguish like I should.
They call my mind a mental cage,
say I've lost my fire, lost my page;
but how can potential learn to rise
when resentment clouds the skies?
They make me guilty for every scar,
then wonder why I've wandered far.
“All's well that ends well,” they say—
but I find a new hell every day.
In the midst of it all, your heart will see,
Everything to come is meant to be,
You will no longer chase the wind, you will grasp my hand,
And you will understand and recognize that nothing is by chance,
The smallest things matter, more than you know,
They are hints and progress of your growth,
So when all looks disheveled and your unsure,
You press into me and trust me more,
Lean only on me, and you will see your heart change,
Trust in me every single day.
Every milestone
Takes a lot of
Dedication and sacrifice
Every anniversary
Brings memories
Every toast
Ignites our passion
Building companion.
Every celebration
Fills the atmosphere
With jubilation
Giving liberation
Paving way for reunion
Looking back to
Where we all began.
Every ink tells a story
Broadening our awareness
Shout-out to a platform
That has united many
Sharpen lives
Healed hearts
Strengthen mindsets
Accolades to the founders
Happy third anniversary
Cheers to a new milestone.
Every echo, echoes back
Every word a ripple effect
The power to liberate or enslave
Every voice with a choice
Giving different opinions
Creating different atmosphere
Birthing room for awareness or blindness.
Freedom of speech
Encourages self expression
Voicing out what's
Brimming within
Freely and confidentially
Without pressure or restrictions
But with tendency and intentions.
Freedom after speech
Words are spells
They carve reality
Know how you cast it
To speak freely, is to say it wisely
Words heals and wounds
There's power in every voice.
it’s Halloween she said, running around her room
Bring me my cauldron, my spell book, my broom!
We did not bother to chase her the interns told me
Since she’s gotten dementia, this is a regular spree
She thought it was Halloween at Easter time too
We brought out the bunnies and she kept yelling boo
She asks where her deceased husband is, thinking he is in the next room
“Give me the broom!” She yelled “Give me the broom!”
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