SOUL MATE-HELPMATE
Hope, heart, help
Co-helps in their spirit
Through God-Jesus
~
I yearn for her love
Thrives my soul
Invigorating
2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
a Lune Poetry type
She's always there when needed.
She's at their beck and call;
But if she should need a hand,
No one's free at all.
When someone's down she's always there.
She's just a call away.
A cheery smile, some sympathy,
To brighten up their day;
But if she's feeling down today,
They'll leave her quite alone,
To get over what it is,
All by herself, alone.
Are you feeling sick today?
Just let her know about it.
She'll be there with soup and hugs.
You don't have to doubt it.
Mama's always been there.
That's just the way she is.
Sometimes she can help a lot,
But when she can't she gives.
She gives her love, she gives advice,
She tends and cleans and nurses.
But let her make just one mistake,
She gets remands and curses.
Mama's such a Know-It-All.
She's pushy and she's nosey.
So she turns and goes away,
And pretends everything is rosey.
You are the beauty, I can't be with;
It is my duty, this I insist;
Heavenly bodies prevail;
Spiritually guiding me what to say;
The pleasure is God and I understand;
He created woman and man;
And it's not meant for man to be alone;
That is why I'm singing this song;
We were made for nothing else
At the dawn of creation, nothing else
We were bent on being heaven blessed
All we have to show for it.... is
So be a witness to the hopeless;
Be on duty for the homeless
Join hands with the widows and fatherless;
Together as man and wife
Pray together both day and night;
And when one falls the other one prays on. . .
So be a witness to the hopeless;
Be on duty for the homeless
Join hands with the widows and fatherless;
The pleasure is God and I understand;
He created woman and man;
And it's not meant for man to be alone;
That is why I'm singing this song;
You're that beauty, I will be with;
It is my duty, this I insist;
Heavenly bodies prevail;
Spiritually guiding me what to say;
I've prayed long and hard and you belong
I've chosen you've been chosen;
As my qualifying helpmate;
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 05 2017
Mother mine,
Makes me like a child again
How well could grace possess a mortal
And make almost an angel like?
Fond friend,
Swells in me a spring of sweet smiles
How well could I deserve such delight?
Dainty Damsel,
Draws me to delightsome daylight dreams
How well would you ever leave off my thoughts?
Sweet sister,
Soothes my soul with sprightly sayings
How well could one love a man more?
Charming chum
Calms my spirit like cooling stream
How well would I ever cease a prayer for you?
Wonderful wife to be
Wrests my restlessness with your soft spirit
How well would I a grateful heart to God maintain?
Close by,
Just alongside,
To help us when we fall-
Ready,with prompt revealing thoughts,
On call