Unfold the threads that braved the storm and sun,
The frayed and faded red, the starlight blue,
Its watch is kept, its noble duty done,
Returned from distant seas where freedom grew.
No longer raised to catch the morning air,
Nor guard the quiet dark with loyal keep,
We gently fold the seams with silent care,
And yield the cloth to honorable sleep.
Let gentle embers take the sacred weave,
As burning threads ascend in quiet grace;
No cause for bitter tears or hearts to grieve,
For honor leaves an everlasting trace.
Though vanished from the halyard to the sky,
Its spirit lives in dreams and that never die.
ON SECOND THOUGHT:
GLORY TO GOD ON THIS DAY
What a weary day,
All seemed to have gone astray;
Yet we’ve survived all:-
Glory be to God for His
Navigations through this day:-
What a profound day,
Directions asked and given;
Journey completed:
All challenges overcomed
By divine wisdom’s guidance:-
Never doubt, you two:
You and God in love’s oneness,
And its bound onement:-
Praise such onderful glory:
Daily journeying with God.
Thus, give God glory;
For this, and every day,
Perpendicular:-
For all are gifted blessed days:
Laboring blessed days of love:-
In proportion to His love,
Is the decadence displayed
In the place He has prepared
For you one glorious day.
John 14:2 - "There is a special room in my house
Prepared just for you."
Hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
be beat di drums
i spin di drumsticks wit mai guns
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
7/8/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Creation
A bumble bee
Busy in the buddleia bush
Getting nectar and pollen
For life all to go.
A butterfly fluttered by
Going up high
For a purpose unknown
Exploring the sky.
Below on a cabbage
A caterpillar chews
And spiders just waiting
To trap some more food.
Incredible creatures
All multiplied vast.
God’s glorious creation
Future, present, and past.
LOVE’S GLORY
Love knows no limits…
Love is immeasurable…
Love is eternal…
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters
For crisp love which one must first true cash find
For Adam who our world to Eve gifted
For humanoids that could birth and make wives
For Bob, Brown, and their LGBQT's
For lost Gen X and the newfound Gen Z
For Trump, Putin, their godfather Ares
For AI that numbed my hands and my brain
For nuclear or viral doomsday, I say
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters.
BAPTIZED IN GLORY
What a blessed day.
With Jordan River spirit,
I overcame much:-
On my Noah’s Ark of life,
Redemptive waters were sailed.
No Guts, no Glory’ : Have courage ,
whether young or in old age.
If you sit indolent with fear,
Life will turn stagnant ! No charm , Dear
Meet challenge at each step
Never try to escape.
Try again and again.
Remember ! No risk, no gain.
gentle summer breeze
morning glories awaken
the sleeping dog stirs
MIRRORING SELF IN THE GLORY OF GOD
In every mirror,
You should see
God’s beautiful creature
Looking back at you…
Look into a mirror, and doubt not yourself!
That mirror reflection cannot ever match,
The beauty and warmth from within you:-
For within you is the spitting image of God’s will,
Of the true beauty He created for you to be; thus,
Never ever doubt who and whose you are:-
Know that you are a child of God who can’t be doubted.
Though you may not yet have become the child of your will,
Remember, the time of all things to be is in the will of God:-
Know that in time immemorial, His will has always triumphed!
Thus, be not dismayed, disillusioned, or in disbelief of God and self:-
Refuel your spirit, and give God the glory, for your coming, divine destiny!
May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
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May, queen of blossoms, month of flower blooms
With medley of hues and scents dispel glooms
Sweet entwining between spring of rebirth
And looming season of manhood on earth
When the world awakens in vibrant green
When gentle warmth creates a joyous scene
When robins sing their lovely songs on trees
And the cheeks are caressed by gentle breeze
I chant your glory with quills of my pen
For showering hope and joy on all men.
Tired phrases
cheap tricks
Find me a teacher
who does not resort to such
to keep the classroom clock a-tick
‘Twenty questions’
‘hangman’s noose’
for the little ones
‘duck, duck, goose’
‘And that reminds me of a story… ‘
~ worn-out teacher in all her glory
He gave of His life
so that I could live free
a benevolent act
impossible to believe
and my only response to His brave deeds
Is to praise Him while down on my knees
I now say this without any shame
Glory to His Holy name
the unselfish yielding
of His personal plans
His existence orchestrated
by His Father's mighty hands
and my only response to His brave deeds
Is to praise Him while down on my knees
I now say this without any shame
Glory to His Holy name
His humble birth
and subsequent crucifixion
was the holistic juxtaposition
of His flesh, the bread most divine
of His blood, the consecrated wine
and the sole purpose of Him even living
was so that my sins would be forgiven
and my only response to His brave deeds
Is to praise Him while down on my knees
I now say this without any shame
Glory to His Holy name
I now dedicate my life back to the Anointed one
Jesus of Nazareth God's only begotten Son
who died so that I could live free
who gave His life just for me
and my only response to His brave deeds
Is to praise Jesus while down on my knees
and I say this again without any shame
Glory to His Holy name
Failings are what i owe
Sorrows are what is in tow
Mournings are coming to and fro
But a light shall pierce the shadowed veils woe
Bested by guilt
But drawn to lies
Inner peace escapes
Peace's bonds that ties
Frantic for glory in an over glorified stage
Meddling the words forgetting to turn the page
In sight of the conquest but forgetting that you're free
That with loved ones, here and now is the place to be.
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