My lover’s lips drip words of secret hours
Wherein our dreams make love to sweetest songs
Hymns to our bodies, bathed in nectar showers
Slick on the tongue to taste; ours all life long.
‘Forever’s on our mouths, in fingers kept
Oaths to the rising sun, our bedded vows
Seduced and consummated here we slept
Beneath our bough that shields from darkened clouds.
Bare to the morning, twins in twisted vine
Intoxicated, our own fruit to share
Ripe from my treetops picked up where he climbs
Sucked to the last, that juice, like robes, we wear.
Covet my touch, beloved, have me, claim.
You — my better whole, giver of my name.
Come Holy Spirit. Come and take flight.
Pour out on men Your heavenly light.
Giver of gifts, You freely impart
The love of the Father to soften our hearts.
Lead us to knowledge. Help us to know
The love that You give us, the truth that You show.
Give us Your wisdom, judgment so true
That we might discern what we hear from You.
Come to us, Spirit, that we understand
All of the love that You offer to man.
Give us good counsel, help guide our way
That we safely follow, not going astray.
Grant us Your piety, make our hearts true
That we look at others and see only You.
Grant us, Good Spirit, fortitude, might,
Avoiding temptation to follow the light.
Give us, O Spirit a fear of the Lord
That we do His will without thought of reward.
Jesus said, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
Divine Giver of the law
You are all-omniscient!
Your mercy leaves me in awe;
Your grace, more than sufficient.
Within weakness I must live
your power beneficent;
forgiveness you freely give.
Sometimes my heart gets darkened
break my will and deliver
me from sin which you've pardoned.
Jesus, the great Grace-Giver
for souls which are hardened.
Embrace this weak parolee...
ALL glory belongs to Thee.
Years ago, in Budapest,
I bought ceramic mugs
As presents for my son and wife;
They thanked me and gave hugs.
The pottery was quite unique;
I bought some for myself,
Which sits there in my kitchen
On a front-and-center shelf.
I couldn’t carry too much home
But always did regret
I didn’t buy myself a mug
(Or two, to make a set).
Yet since that time, my son has bought
Ceramics of his own.
His coffee cup collection
Has considerably grown.
The gift mugs are no longer used;
They’re stored way out of sight.
I knew if they were on display,
They’d bring me great delight.
Could I possibly reclaim them?
It’s a practice that’s taboo
(Which I’m well-aware my title,
Very not P.C., is, too).
But my son was very gracious –
Wrapped them so they wouldn’t break
And they’re hanging in my kitchen now,
Correcting my mistake.
I won’t do this again
Though I am glad I had the nerve
To speak up, for these two mugs
Bring out my smiles on reserve.
ardent, the giver
snowballs flower, nature’s mayhem
love’s blizzard anon
The politicians and globalists plopped us in a teacup
feeding us the sugary crumbs of their lies
stuffing the lungs well below the waterline
to muffle screams for a peaceful existence.
Keep banging your tambourine boy
smoking that sweet government grass
wear your hippie t shirts
nobody is listening
war is a metal monkey-swinging from a money tree
war is a lemon squeezed from the misery of the masses
The machine is built to grind down our peace mountain
it is fueled by a never-ending supply of greed and sorrow
someday the cup will blister and crack
the masses will spill out
eating the marrow
and drinking the blood of the giver of crumbs
and sorrow.
A guy is giving
A rose and a note each girl
Whom he passes by.
Every breath we take
Is a gift from God. Amen.
Everyday we praise.
Tommorow I'll be your lover
Not just some tourist trying to slip under your covers
You'll let me show you all the ways that I can be both the giver and thief
I want to carve my name into the landscape of your heart
Lavender and evergreen
We could be our sanctuary
In me you can find a home
Lay your troubles beside me and I'll help relieve your burden
We'll name them one by one and cast them out to sea
As we lie laughing on the shore
Tommorow you'll be my lover
When you are constantly giving
And someone is constantly taking
You have to ask yourself
How much do you give before it takes from you?
Father, flows within me
Come shower me with your grace
Give me guidance humbly me as I run this race
Flow giver
You give me daily, breath
My time with you, is heaven scent;
Flow giver
Kiss of Life
I thank you-your Son Jesus Christ
Flow giver
Heart beats
I rejoice in my spiritual self
Father God embraced I am
In you Jesus I’m birth again
Above “All Else”
Heavenly, waters fall,
Your essences, presents pure
My Father Elohim
His breath, waters, spirit flows
In Him I AM, everlasting (flow)
A Flow giver
2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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Enjoy this season of blessings divine,
We gather, hearts filled with joy and shine.
With hands lifted high, we worship Him,
The light of the world, our souls, He redeems.
He is the Giver of every gift we receive,
In His presence, our spirits find rest.
With wonder-filled eyes, we gaze into His face,
Immersed in His love, enveloped in grace.
Let us press into this season so bright,
With shouts of joy, faith, promise, and might.
For in this time of mercy and grace,
His kindness will overtake, our doubts erase.
A new portal opens, unveiling a way,
As we seek Him fervently each passing day.
Morning Star brightens our day with hope,
Guiding us forward, helping us to cope.
Recognize His presence, let your voice sing,
Shout aloud, let heaven and earth ring.
For the Lord walks with you on your path,
His angels protecting you from all wrath.
Let us enjoy this season, embrace with delight,
Worshiping Him with all our might.
For He is the gift, the reason we rejoice,
Within heavenly shouts, we will find our voice.
Yeshua said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive,"
Giving gifts the giver, in His pure Heart we believe. ~
There's something special about Morgan's quilts
the fabrics blend like a romantic rendezvous
colors race like a comet in some
or stand like still water in others
like a gypsy patterns dance or
sing of lullaby in a windy whisper
It's hard to pick a favorite
I like them all because they fit my moods
Each quilt has a story...a life
and feverishly pulls it's own history
methodically before your eyes
thread by thread united in oneness by love
and a gift of warmth and reminiscent charm
Bits of cloth join as if born into family
never judging...but giving
disregarding color, caste, nationality
only concerned with a common creed
To be shaped by Morgan's hands in to art
that God wills because much is required
of those that much is given
and Morgan is a giver
Yes, there's something special about Morgan's quilts
and only he can tell their stories
A giver also lack
The rain don't rain all the time
The days are not always bright
Despite the sea never dry
Yet troubles never end
So dont cast me out
If I can't show you love
Remember
The rain don't fall all the time
Sometimes my roof is dry
Sometimes my pocket are fewer
Sometimes I can't manage to give
the way you suppose
Sometimes
A giver also lack
A giver also lack
You castigate me cos you feel
Am poor
Thinking that life has knock me off my track
You lost respect cos of money
Bad things are good sometimes
Cos when the going goes tough
Then you can see who is really
A true friend
The wise say true friend are precious
They are a gift to humanity
With this hard times I realized this
Words are true
It not fair to realize how
You can lose the ones you love
Cos they choose benefits over you
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