Oh farage do give it a rest..' at last things are more quiet
Yet you have to beat your chest.' How much did you cost?
Who has paid your price.? You turned your back and are
Part of the pack..While Tommy is stuck; in the jaws; of their
Vice..I ask you hold that thought for a moment..If its a
Thing you can do? Or lock yourself in a small toilet for just
A fortnight or two..Maybe by the time you come out? there
Will be peace 'at least in ukraine' and Britain will be spared
Your iniquity? That way all sides get much gain.'
the many things we forget
that we didn't know...
it was still summer for us,
the assassins were far away
with his envelopes and phone calls.
you're tired of saying no,
while I stumbled
in every shadow that swallowed us alive.
the universe shouldn't be that big
if we can't handcuff
the stars to our destiny,
because we suffer in layers
and the levels of anguish
work like a spiral
that descendant goes to hell,
where pain and torture build
our weakness and iniquity.
lovelessness also obeys this rule
and the only talent we have left
is the dissimulation,
that can be judged on how we resist
to everything that tramples and crushes us,
while we falsely bloom
like an old and tired tree,
whose branches no longer have flowers and fruits
to offer or see.
Lord I am a sinner
And you grace has supplied
Gives me another chance for eternal life
Jesus I ask of you and the Father
Father God forgive me
Of, ALL my sins from birth until now
Father God forgive me
I'm a dirty one
I don't under stand why God Father you love me so
And I thank-you, for another chance
And I thank-you, for my witness
And Father I thank you God for your blessings
I am dirty
Father
Filthy, Lord God
Dirty I am
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
I am dirty
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me in my spirit inside wash my soul
Oh, Father God clean me from flesh, down to the bone and marrow
I'm just a filthy rag cleanse me so that I may don my purple robe
I'm just a filthy rag cleanse me so that I may don my purple robe
6/11/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "FORGIVEN SOUL"
Din of Iniquity
To the beach once again we had been,
Where nature surely would let us in;
Always enjoyed;
There deployed,
And had washed away iniquity's din.
Jim Horn
Lost sheep describes us well
for like them we've gone astray
bent on our selfishness and sin
this well describes our life every day
Nobody can enter in to be our help
we're lost in sin and nature's night
no hope describes what we are
but there is one to enter our fight
This one is Jesus God's own Son
indeed God laid on him our very sin
for he is our perfect substitute
paying our price our souls to win
All of our sins past present and future
Jesus took himself to Calvary's tree
such love can't be ever measured
this is God the lover of you and me
All our iniquity on Christ himself
He the sacrifice our sins was laid
bow in worship on Christ alone
so He our salvation perfectly paid
("We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of u has turned to our own way; the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.") (Isaiah 53:6)
Imagine being suspended in time,
where life lives and is itself.
Conception is not a reality because
all aspects of living are present.
The heights presented is a way beyond your grasp.
Awry are your eyes looking for help.
You shout out in torment.
However, more darkness you felt.
To dispose, you firmly shook your head.
In spite of this, the calamity did not disengage.
Your [mis]fortune wanted to be fulfilled.
The depths of despair were now very real.
Almost at the end of hope, you found one last token.
You, as a true believer, asked the Lord to take over.
You release the tormented world to The Almighty Jehovah.
Life itself was not forsaken.
Have your days of torment concluded?
It is you that desire splendor.
Empowerment of all people you perceive.
Mighty is the sword and awesomely strong is the soul who conquers iniquity.
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Written February 25, 2016!
The ancient hieroglyphics, carvings in the stones
Monuments of idol, tombs to house the bones
Navel of the world, ley across the lands
Pyramids on parallel, built upon the sands
Fiery winged serpents, descending from the sky
To bring the gift of knowledge, hid within the Eye
Of Horus, son of Isis-Sirius the star
Isis known through gnosis, Babylon, Ishtar
Incest wife and sister, to dead and risen god
Osiris, Orion, Babylon, Nimrod
These drink the blood of prophets and eat the flesh of kings
They counterfeit the Trinity and teach unholy things
INIQUITY
The absence of moral or spiritual values afflict
we detest them when at the short end of the stick
life is unfair—we are reminded—the reply quick
Afraid we might not get our piece of pie
even when offenders repent—apologize
never really payback—just a free ride
Further rankled when God’s time is not ours
trapped--Sylvia Plath in her troubled ‘Bell Jar’
choosing anger over trust—restitution bizarre?
How to make right when we have been wronged
biblical options rebuffed whilst hate is prolonged
perfect fairness not ours to harbor all lifelong
God makes things right in His way and time
‘vengeance is mine’ He reminds – never sublime
verdict of iniquity chastened—victimless crime
I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.
The way, I see things
Is the reason I view life
And the way we see life
Is the difference between us
Compassion, is in the clouds
And warmth upon humanity
Creation, is destined to perish
For the Throne is for One!!!
A unique glock,
I aim in duration,
Flames from a barrel,
Staring at New Ages,
Where compromise is scarce
And dipomacy, is drug related
Addictive interactions
A Savior, destined to guide us
through this Matrix,
Creation, is destined to perish
For the Throne is for One!!!
Some braid of thought, my reason's caught,
prohibiting my grace, its ought.
Iniquity - the storm of naught
does catch my mind, then exits ...bought!
The price I pay for disarray
is grievous more than faith's relay.
A silent spring, like truth's redeem
is equity of hope's new scene!
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