OF FAITHFUL FORTIFIED FEET
In the chill
of the night,
pining, piercing pain,
took its toll on the spirit
of my weary pedals:
swollen, aged feet,
seeking Hannibal-like
courage to meet
new sunrise challenges
tomorrow will bring
to a primed soul
still sojourning
struggle:-
Pray tell,
it’ll be God’s will,
that these
worn soles,
will stand
my worn soul,
perpendicular
to the worn
soil of life:
keeping me
in elephant-walking calmness,
in another blessed day, sacredly
still sojourning the struggles of life—
struggles, God streams us overcoming:-
What’s a real friend?
I may still have some secrets.
Are you still faithful?
Be faithful to me
Obey these commands I placed
Be gentle with me
lover of the storm
faithful to its mate for life
never eats the dead
sharper among birds
eagle reaches altitudes
king of the blue sky
JOURNEYING IN FAITHFUL NAVIGATION
Let’s not be dismayed,
We’ve come a mighty long way:
Let’s give God the praise.
Despite today’s forced slowdowns,
God has not left us.
There’s still much to do;
Let’s keep on keeping onward:
Raising ourselves up:-
Justice’s hand getting closer,
Let us raise our faith higher:-
Let’s keep hope flowing,
Washing away apathy:
Liberty waiting:-
Yes, there was crucifixion,
But then came the ascension:-
Once more and again,
Though not where we want to be,
Look how far we’ve come:
We’ve broken so many chains,
And smashed so many road blocks:-
We’re in ascension,
With Jesus navigating:
Liberty waiting:-
With Christ footprinting the way,
We’ll soon reach liberation:-
People still seek to improve lives,
Proudly wearing red, white, and blue.
They have endured much bitter strife
With opinions of many hues.
Women deserve the right to choose.
People seek lives both rich and rife
With honesty and kind muses,
But they still seek to improve lives.
I'm keeping my Bald Eagle dice
To guard myself against a ruse
And protect myself from snake bites
Hidden beneath red, white, and blue.
Citizens are attached with glue
To the Internet that rises
For new, online interviews.
The youths have sung to such great heights!
Kindness prevails beneath clouds white.
Love all around these states is cool--and
Living united's a delight
With opinions of many hues.
Our faithful oath has been renewed
To build a community high.
Help others who need joyous cues.
Friends in America are kind;
People still seek to improve lives!
FREEDOM’S FLIGHT
Fighting for freedom,
Fulfills faithful fortitude:
Flawlessly fantastic:-
Hallelujah, hallelujah hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh
Where is faith, Hope and love
Favor and grace from Jesus within and above
All creation stands abide
Crying out above Abba Father
Unto the sky, Forgiveness is the key, I forgive you, you forgive me
Grace is our witness God has blessed us to be
He’s granted us faith, hope and love
He gives us faith, hope and love, Hope and love unconditional
He gives us faith hope and love
And the choir sings, Holy thanksgiving
Hallow be the name, yes, you are father’s son, Holy Spirit all in one
So, my faith I receive it in my faith, I believe it because of you
there’s faith, hope and love
6/4/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026©
Every morning rain or shine,
she has breakfast with her flock.
The seasons change and
each has their peculiarities.
Still her faithful companions
visit daily at the appointed hour.
She leaves them seeds so they'll know
they're always welcome.
She hopes they'll come this spring
to build their nests within her flower garden.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Faith
is it a feeling like a soft spring breeze early in the spring morning,
Faith
Is it birds singing on a sunny summer day,
Faith
Is it knowing without a doubt that GOD is always near us no matter what life brings our way.
Death
Growing old
Grieving
Tough times
A loss of a broken friendship
Envy
Loss of trust
A painful childhood
Family separated by sadness
Faith
Is knowing derp in our heart that God will never leave us, He never promised it would be easy.
Faith
IS loving one another in good times and bad.
Faith
Is seeking Gods word in prayer and deed,
Faith is never being so discouraged that you no longer ask for help..
Faith IS living as Christ Jesus lived in the best way we know how, buckskin g each and every day as it’s our last.
Faith IS and always WILL BE being the person GOD made you and I to be, a living loving human being who can change someone else’s day by simple kindness deeds
She is the quiet dawn,
lifting shadows from the earth,
her hands, a cradle of warmth,
her voice, a shelter of song.
She is the river’s flow,
carving paths through stone,
teaching patience in silence,
guiding the lost back home.
She is the steadfast flame,
burning through the storm,
her light a beacon of hope,
her love a sacred form.
She is the unseen star,
shining through the mist,
The Chosen Warrior,
whose care none can resist.
She is the homemaker, the food-bearing goddess,
Yet through all the praise, she remains modest.
Mothers are everywhere, across the world,
in golden halls, in humble soil,
strong women united as one,
through misfortune, they still find joy.
Every living soul should honor them—
uncle, aunt, child,
and especially men.
Though we may falter, forget to be grateful,
A mother’s love remains faithful.
A Faithful Heart
My friend, there’s a light in you,
So strong, so pure, so deeply true.
A heart that seeks the Lord above,
A life that overflows with love.
Your passion burns for holy things,
For truth that heals, for grace that brings
Hope to the weary, strength to stand,
As you walk daily in God’s own plan.
Attentive spirit, you hear His call,
Ready to answer, surrendering all.
In quiet moments and in the crowd,
Your faith speaks clearly, strongly, and loudly.
You live to love, you love to give,
A shining example of how to live.
With humble strength and servant’s grace,
You reflect the beauty of Christ’s embrace.
So keep pressing on, stay faithful and true,
There’s a crown of life awaiting you.
And when your race on earth is done,
You’ll hear Him say, “Well done, my child.
He took his Mom shopping, so she could walk with a cart
She had cognitive decline, and failure of the heart.
He took her in a wheelchair on the river asphalt path
He took over the taxes, because she couldn't do the math.
He drove her to the doctors, cancer, cardiac and more
He cleaned up the dishes, he vacuumed the kitchen floor
He took out the trash, managed all the bills
No time for things he liked to do, like cycling up the hills.
No time to read new science, he felt sorry for himself
Always in a rearguard action against declining health
But he thinks of the many years, from the age of two
When she did all this and wrote books, an ethic to be true.
But there's a twist, though others see him as faithful son
He attracted bad guys attention and then hope was none.
Trouble found Mom's doorstep, in some ways he's to blame
A criminal attractor, Mom paid for his past stain.
I felt a touch of beauty as I mused along memory lane.
It was a soothing lane that was void of
Any shame or pain.
I recalled that we never gave her a name,
Nor rendered to her any recognition of fame.
Faithful as the old gyser in Yellowstone,
She always brought us safely home.
Pleasant thoughts of her are very soothing,
Enamaled and satuated with sweet musings.
A navy blue vehicle always saying, "Yes I can".
She was an old and common little van
But performed like a giant of a man.
She was an answer to prayer, clear and free.
We needed more transportation, so clear to see.
Her engine always started and never faded.
She even took a load of kids more than 150
Miles to a Billy Graham Crusade.
Today, I shall call her, Little Blue Faithful, because
She was God's gift for which I am forever grateful.
The dribble of man’s faithful friend
Adorns your leg and foot
Those beautiful deep eyes
Staring directly into your soul
True love that can never be measured
Other than in zoomies and drool
Always by your side
Through happiness and sadness
A comfort for you always
Those that are too good for us
Who never mean any harm
Show us unconditional love
We are not not a responsibility to them
We are their whole lives
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