From my own heart, speak to me O' Lord
My plans are not sable;
Nor am I able;
My plans belong to me;
Though I'm broken
Father in mine own eyes I am pure;
But I am not sure;
Yet I know you are the cure;
I hear unto me your spirit weights free
Speak to me Lord
Speak to me Lord
Father I seek to thee, so
In hearting you I now commit your work to you
And your plans will be established
For it's in your will which has established
Lord had made everything for it's purpose
Father I seek to thee, so
Father I seek to thee, so
I hear unto me your spirit weights free
Speak to me Lord
Speak to me Lord
Father I seek to thee, so
Over N O'ver Again and again Amen
Speak to me Lord
Referencing Proverbs 16:1-4
5/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
hearting, addiction, appreciation, blessing, devotion,
Form: Free verse
~Those honest hideous hearts heartlessly hesitate hastily haunts~
12/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
hearting, analogy, cheer up, heart,
Form: Alliteration
Moment after moment
Hour after hour
Day after day
Month after month
Year after year
The time rolls by
Leaving its footprints
On the screen of the universe
And we all
Like time’s fool
Can’t stop this scroll
Often we look back
Memorizing our
Happy and sad moments
Repenting on losses
And smiling on gains
We look sorrowfully
Our decaying statue
Without knowing
For how long it will stay alive
This the life
Full of mysteries
And all surprising uncertainties
Planning for years
Without knowing
Even about next moment
Which is hidden it the dark
Vulnerable even to a small shock
Yet we are ready to rock
By hook or by crook
Hearting and teasing
Tricking and cheating
Serving our selfish ends
Ready to fish
In the troubled waters
Collecting all the blots
On our soul
Which go in the roll
In the court of The Father
Yet like a defaulter
Trying to catch the slipping hour
Attempting for the impossible
For, life is vulnerable
Categories:
hearting, sad, time, universe,
Form: Blank verse
With flirting thoughts from
A hearting place
My blood begins
A passionatepace
To finda spot
That's dimly lit
As my arms
Around you fit.
Moments last
As
Moments pass.
Categories:
hearting, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
Fallen to the frail
inside eggshells
tap tap tap
with a stream of liquid life
ebbing brightly
shining down the drain
dried to paper width
and still held round in palms
lighter than a baby bird
and more fragile.
In time, this marvel
will be painted opaque pearl.
A hollow will be made
a hinge
a door
delicately cut with precision
ornate white velvet will cushion
the inner chamber
lining the lack of life
with falsity and vanity.
Gilded gold legs bowed
and a metallic spherical point
on the top of the orb
and we see.
There is the nesting place
of our dreams.
Faberge holds no flame to our Creator
with clumsy fingers yet wrought
with a perfection deemed so
by imperfect eyes.
While we can dress an egg in style
we cannot reproduce the life
once inside
and we cannot begin to understand
the simplest wonders once
hidden from our eyes
inside the paper shell.
Categories:
hearting, art, mystery, nature, people,
Form: Blank verse