Let me share with you
a story of love
Of God's only Son
sent down from above
He came to free me
free me from all strife
He came to see me
see me get new life
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Christ died on the cross
cruel Calvary
Suffered intense pain
to the nth degree
Redeemed me from death
from death He waived me
He gave me new breath
new breath that saved me
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Buried in the tomb
rose on the third day
He will come again
To take me away
To heaven, I will rise
Will rise to meet Him
In the open skies
'pen skies to greet Him
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
BRIDGE:
How can I be silent?
Christ died for you and me
For us, He was God-sent
Accept Him, this my plea...
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Jesus bled for you... And me...
Our city now free
of toxicity
the scum and vermin
moved on
to the nations Capital
where men with two faces
is the norm
Politicians he will love
he fits right in
to the PMs mansion
rats love that sort
of infested environment
God will probably
flood the dam place
he sees who belongs in hell
free Ottawa
Two weeks ago Santa was in 7th heaven
Ground covered with a foot of snow
Stage was set for a Christmas so white
Alabaster heavens lit up the night
Then warm, southerly breezes
Brought in gentle rains…
The good news is, folks
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they smile,
but their eyes flinch—
like dogs who smell meat they can’t have.
you tell them the thing you did—
the job,
the book,
the quiet miracle you pulled
out of the grease and ash of your own life—
and they start
tightening the screws on their grin.
they don’t clap.
they calculate.
because your sunrise
casts a shadow
right across their throne.
they’ll find a way to turn it—
make your luck a crime,
your joy a brag,
your voice too loud.
they’ve got to stay on top
of a ladder no one else is climbing.
so you stop talking,
sip your beer,
and let them drown
in the silence
of your contentment.
good news doesn’t need an audience—
only air,
a heart still beating,
and a door
that closes quietly behind you.
Though they thought they were in command,
God’s timing is perfectly grand.
Expectant with seven,
there’s chuckles in heaven,
“And you thought that this was unplanned?”
One hundred forty seven states (countries) recognized Palestine state
Dead
Buried
Rose again...
So triumphant
Forever reigning...
God incarnate was babe
Serving well as the Saviour
Offered self, perfect sacrifice...
Granting mankind everlasting life*
Vanquishing death by His love I now share.
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
February 1, 2025
Honorable Mention, "A FEBRUARY 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/23/2025
Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.
We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.
Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is too great to face the future.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
A morsel of good news
Breaks out with sensation
State politics disused
Gone is a term of nation
Don’t wake me from this sleep
Don’t stop this epic fall
The old world gets a sweep
I don’t regret at all
The Equalizers came
From black hole outer space
We speak from our names
Since now, not from some place
No nation is allowed
Stigmatization banned
How’s it, to live without
Symbolic native land?
No borders whatsoever
No bloody history
False accusations never
Will be addressed to me
What a relief, my dears
The good news seem so new
I would rejoice to tears
If all above were true.
Come see the Christ, "We have found the Messiah!”
An anxious Andrew hasted with the broadcast -
sharing the good news, long-awaited by Jews.
Would that we Christians today should supply a
message of hope with haste and expectation.
The urgency of the moment (whereby a
first-hand dispatch cannot wait until morning)
inspires us to act, as when King Josiah
discovered the Torah which had been miscast.
Long-awaited by Jews, sharing the good news -
“Return to God, ” the voice of Zechariah.
A land of squeaky-clean beauty, green-carpet trails-reaches,
Natural fountains, streams, rivers, seas, and freshwater lakes
Chinnereth, land of the gentiles, and the way of beaches
Pristine gem stones like rocky, hilly, and mountainous flakes
"How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel -
of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!" It's there, indeed.
He walked, bearing good news as Yahweh's true apostle.
Heeding the cries of human beings, he fulfilled their need.
Peter, James, John, Andrew, Philip, Judas Iscariot,
Matthew, Thomas, Judas the Thaddeus, Bartholomew,
James, known as the son of Alpheus, Simon the Zealot,
All flocked from lands and costs, finding in him a newer view.
Like brothers and comrades, they ate, fasted, slept, prayed, and preached.
All who witnessed this felt that God's kingdom on earth had reached
Never in my lifetime have I seen,
In any of the places I have been,
So many who have an infinite supply of steam,
Who to stir the pot are keen.
Day or night they are to be seen,
Discussing the best way to stir the pot clean,
Never asking for a bean,
And recruiting for free those who seem to have enough steam,
To help them stir up interest in a new dream,
Which should be good for cooks everywhere it would seem,
As they awaken those whose stir is more mean.
So, to cooks everywhere who keen,
To find places for their spoons to lean,
And a hook for their aprons that are clean,
They can sell their washing machine for more than a bean,
And the dishwasher as well now that pots are stirred clean,
By those who are only just working up steam,
Enough to score the jackpot of which they dream.
Good news, there is good news;
He had died for us
He resurrected Himself O’ He saved us;
He did die once rose again;
Oh, He was the permanent sacrificial lamb;
Jesus
Good new day, is every day;
And each and every way;
God created us, in His image;
Energy energized we are the apple of His eye;
Elohim
Father God
Good news, there is good news;
He had died for us
He resurrected Himself O’ He saved us;
He did die once rose again;
Oh, He was the permanent sacrificial lamb;
Jesus
Our Father watching over you even now. HIS mercies, graces and provisions and favor all over you. His joy, peace, and love permeates your soul. You are His dear one AND He's yours. Blessings unto you Always, Always Beloved Be blessed in your rest and sleep. Good night
10/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
Good news
is
so very, very good
it warms the soul
and pleases the heart
unless of course
someone decides
to spoil it
bringing into question
your spiralling happiness
by reducing the news
to merely okay
to what’s the fuss
although not entirely ruined
your joy
on receiving this news
has been reigned in
curtailed
how tragic
it must be
to be that person
who tells the child
that Father Christmas
does not enjoy
dropping off
your presents.
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