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‘You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today’ — Abraham Lincoln
The seed sown today to sprout tomorrow.
Try to build future nurturing present.
Life is a performance to act solo ,
Prepare now, tomorrow you won’t lament.
Your life is your responsibility
Dream and dream till dream may come to be true
Yet there’s a question on ability.
Future shows result what you can do now.
Future will just bring the consequences
of all your activities at present .
You must overcome all present hindrances,
so that in future you might mot repent.
To start a new venture , you must think deep.
It’s well known :‘as you sow, so shall you reap.’
what if you lie down
eyes blinking
until they yawn
and close
before that
did you capture your thoughts
did you own your mistakes
did you lie back
in Christ’s arms
did you remember
that you’re human
did you read
of Abraham and his fam
did you realize
over and over again
the mistakes
did you stake your life
on the Savior’s plan
there was a drunken man
whose sons
one with both eyes open
one with both eyes closed
one took pleasure
in his father’s nakedness
the other covered him
there were two virgins
nowhere in sight of a man
so they got their father drunk
each bore a babe
night and day
God sees
is He pleased
each night you hold out your hand
and lay the day down
at the feet of Christ
are you ready to die
are you ready to live
as your eyes light up
seize the day
the blue for your eyes
the green for your feet
the yellow to energize
the cranberry cardinals
to sing you awake
shimmer and shake
seize the day
notice what is on display
serve up a good buffet
recall the imperfect
the worm upon bite
the scathing fire
the overflow
forgetting to tip
your hat
the moment you opened your mouth
and cursed
instead of loving verse
the hearse
seize the day
daring to step in quicksand
whilst trying
to grab his or her hand
seize the pen
seize the moment
seize the day
each night
the day is done
could be the book is closed
make it a good one
one imperfect chapter
at a time
Not valued as gold which still glitters when covered with dust,
honesty is the most prized of all virtues that define one's spirituality;
and if all practiced it, others would give many glances of trust:
who has known an honest person who was actually deceived by vanity?
Abraham Lincoln was one of those people,
and our society should follow his example;
if something is not earned, it can't be enjoyed...
conscience is a voice that cannot be ignored.
A thief knocks down an old lady and snatches her purse;
he runs to hide where nobody finds him to avoid prison...
whatever made him do it, he will not escape from justice,
or his conscience that will make him weep as children.
Be fair in everything you do, keep your honesty and try to be wise;
you will be surely remembered as someone who didn't cheat to rise.
I brought her back
I brought her back into my life
and now I can't even close my
eyes for a second, her eyes are
the only sensory which can see
if I'm telling a truth or lie.
She was gone, lost, and i was
crying, and now she is back I'm
stressed she's too expensive I
can't even afford her mainten-
ance if she happens to be in a
breakdown.
I brought her back, she disappears
for a minute, no one can even tell
which street,door was last seen ent-
ering , for she's so beautiful and ma-
ny regard her as a valued target, so
is true, ' being naive is same as being
blind,' I miss her in a worst way.
Her lips so magical when we locked we
were transformed into our own world,her
skin so fluffy in her arms I fell asleep for
she is like a towel made of a fine wool so
curly from Egypt. come night for with her
my dreams are no longer of nightmares
but the ones I aspire not to wake-up for.
She is whiter than a snow, I lick her from
toes to head, her body is well made I can
tell the creator really took his time on cre-
ating such a creature, when she walks she
shakens the walls of Paris,oh,so her legs
were made to carry her gracious body.
Her beauty is of that woman in the bible
called Sarah where even Abraham for the
sake of his life to be spared he said she is
her sister, not knowing what God gave to
him not even kings can have in their arms
or rather to even share a bed with.
She is my lady, she is my queen, my lover,
my wife.
GOD’S VOICE AS ROLLING THUNDER
God has spoke
Spoken into my life
His Holy Promises
His voice is clear as rolling thunder
Speaking to the angels—loud
Speaking to mankind so
Speaks the God of Abraham
You so wonder..
What say you Lord
Lord of thunder
Let your voice rain down
Trouble to those who listen not
What say you God?
You’re the rolling thunder
God has spoke
Spoken into my life
His Holy Promises
His voice is clear as rolling thunder
Speaking to the angels—loud
Speaking to mankind so
God has spoke
His voice is clear as rolling thunder
11/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Abraham’s children are children of God, they have always prayed and reached for the stars, looking toward the path home to heaven, they want to please God with all our prayers.
Abraham had three wife’s I recall, the first wife Sarah was believed to be unable to have children so Abraham had his first child with wife Hagar who bore him Ishmael, then later he had one with his first wife Sarah, his name was Isaac, then he had many children with wife Keturah.
Abraham’s children are many, we pray, we love, we seek to live a Godly life, we lift positive love and forgiveness and ask God to cleanse us of all of our failures in life.
Abraham God is a magical God, God spoke to Moses from a burning bush, but never showed a body our any human form, God has spoken to many of us through prayer, through stories, and many ways we reflect on our life and we pray to God.
Abraham’s children are many, we pray, we love, we seek to live a Godly life, we lift positive love and forgiveness and ask God to cleanse us of all of our failures in life.
We ask God, to take away all the negative, all the tests of each day, as we walk through the test of life, we recall that we are not in paradise, that this life is just a test, and we pray that we please God in are ways.
Hate is from the evil one, and love is God, we recall the warning that God and our prophets warned us of, we ask God to cleanse us to shield us from war, from hate, from all the negative forces that seek to destroy us.
God told us by stories, that there are many God’s but he is the most high, the most powerful in all the heavens and the stars, we reflect and pray that we learn all our lessons while we are here on earth.
May God bless us, all the earth, all the children of earth, may we love and pray and protect life and our planet earth as we move forward through this life.
Warmly describes a human emotion,
understandably applied for humans to
pleasure, as it's biblically written
where the prophets of old and new
entertained the clueless population
yet obstacles hinder The Word's view.
Then and now, wrapped up in doubt
full of opinions, mostly their devices
deceptive or modify wherefrom the clout
synagogues or churches, advice is
from the pulpits that sermons rout
the ignorants who'll lose their soul's price.
One crucified along the side of Christ
asked for forgiveness before his death
was promised Heaven as his sacrifice
yet the Gospel of John kept his breath
but Matthew, Mark, and Luke spliced
the mocker didn't drink hell's lethe.
Yet Catholicism, Western, and Eastern
Orthodox, The Gospel of Nicodemus empowers
and Arabics who follow the Abraham version
except for most Protestants distant from cowers
to the acts of The Roman Martyrology diversion
was renamed Saint Dimas for those bowers.
The Word of God anointed Christ, The Prince of Peace
and the first resurrection was Lazarus' versed in The New
and Elijah's wheel was versed in The Old piece
God spake His voice, and Christ virtually knew
and rose from the dead, the advent increased
while death and birth are The Word's points of view.
Birth created life and waits for death to do its part
death identifies those precursors of sin
and death succeeds forgiveness for those who impart
as the dead will rise and breathe within
while their blessed souls rejuvenate and claim Heaven's depart,
angelic host resurrected flights for Heaven.
A two year old represents herself. Is this a court of law?
"What is your name?" (pronunciation's magisterial)
She doesn't move, she doesn't cry, no tremble in her jaw
There in her seat, she swings her feet... unresponsive is the rule
It's as though she doesn't understand what's going on around her
Like this was some cruel trickery intended to confound her
What's in a name? Is this a game? Who's making up these rules?
Representation, reprehensible from those who've staked their claim
And ev'rything that's done here's done as though it's "In Your Name"
The caterpillar crawls along the leaf from egg to stalk
A journey just the start of a new leaf along this walk
Black and yellow segments leaving no track neath its feet
Three thousand miles before this odyssey will be complete
A migrant moving north to south when it has gained its wings
Generations moving north on milk for queens and kings
The Caterpillar crawls down from the lowboy on the ramps
Each track will leave a track as all will fall before its tramps
And the wall these tracks are making they are making "In Your Name"
The bombs rain down on desert that's been fought over for years
Since the time of Abraham it's served as field for battle
The precious rain that's fallen here has come from children's tears
The babbling brook, from tower it took from Babylon it's prattle
Dividing tongues and tribes and sons and daughters from their parents
Along the lines and signs and tongues as language often suffers
The little children to false kings and prophets here among us
To trudge across the sands of time, ground down through ill fame
And the wall that's built between us, is building... "In Your Name"
George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder. Moreover, there is an attitudinal atmosphere suggesting that any speech that is not my own should be abridged, censured, or abolished. Traditional norms and family values are dropping like flies under the spell of pesticides. The Bible is considered to be narrow-minded hate-speech. I have seen people terrorized, their civil rights decertified and denied. Moral values have been devalued, set aside, and liquidized; Constitutional rights are diluted, disputed, and no longer solidified. Whatever happened to the great 'thinkers'? I have noticed the terminal illness and demise of noble ideas. Education is being replaced with political persuasion and propaganda.
Abraham Lincoln would never accept it and call it a crying shame. Minority rights are being revised, realigned, reassigned, and redefined. I have witnessed human rights ignored, disregarded, and not prioritized. The cultural revolution is forging ahead in jet-propulsion speed like there is no tomorrow nor time of reckoning. Belief in evolution is man's best hope for a future without accountability. There are no absolutes nor need for resolution. Majority rights are brought into question, unguaranteed, and in retreat. Equal rights are desired but unclarified, undefined, and unobtained. I have beheld the orchestrated disappearance of common sense, and before long we shall be worry-free because 'Big Brother' will always come to our defense. Alien rights are well protected, highly promoted, and unwisely provided. There is a free admittance of subjectivity and the utter rejection of objectivity. I started to weep when I realized that sanity is being burned at the stake. I'm hoping and praying that we return to our senses before it's too late.
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“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’
— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV
Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
—Meet sunlit water