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LORD I WANNA BE WHOLE MAKE ME OVER
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Be whole cleanse me white as snow…
Lord I am unworthy, dirty by my choices
Lord I am dirty by my world
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Lord have mercy blot out y transgressions
I want to do your verdict I’m on your mission
Wash me wash me, thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me from my daily sins
Make me ever so whole again
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
For you are holy and I praise you your name on high
I adorn you for I want to be your child
Against you God and only you Lord have I sinned
And it’s you Lord only you whom I need
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
I’m blessed, Lord give me rest forgive my future now and past transgress
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
When Passion overwhelms
Passion my weakness that tends to overpower,
as if I am living only to nurture love and hover?
Logical thoughts beating and buzzing in head,
my biggest strength, words are better unsaid !
Heart full of love pumps into my farthest cell,
yearnings sizzling hot that refuse a tranquil.
Tears from starry eyes slip like quicksilver,
life nearing end, gloom and sorrow shimmer!
Wake up, can't let my being vanish in vain,
betrayed love why am I craving to attain ?
Unaccomplished, Unacknowledged, Unsought,
can't let suffocate and blot out my thought.
Love be soft as feathers, mind strong as reins,
my strength my ideas, firmer than any chains.
Sprout and grow fast and tempestuously,
making me stand venerable conspicuously !
Written November 7th, 2014
For contest by Verlena S. Walker
Awarded HM
An angel in a Christmas play
Learning about Jesus this way
People have become so earthy
Lord have mercy
Just place an X to blot out Christ
And sell merchandise overpriced
Some have no respect for the clergy
Lord have mercy
Let us once again remember
All the month of December
What Christmas means and be thirsty
For God's mercy
If America doesn't change soon
And come to God_it will be hewn
Burned_ for we are so unworthy
Lord have mercy
Remember the angel Gabriel
Again and teach your children well
God will look and find some worthy
Lord have mercy
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillian
Contest: Season Of Lights, Delight
Theme : Christmas
The city has evacuated the streets at this hour,
and vacancy has given his unsteady feet
right of way at every intersection.
The traffic lights, sticklers for rules, continue
color-coding priorities for non-existent movements,
frowning on his jaywalking but indifferent
to his zigzagging.
The bar has dispensed all its sympathy for one night,
so the flood of misery has now been diverted
by closing time into the open,
private grief on public display on an empty street,
the whiskey in his stomach threatening an uprising,
pushing his upper body and legs in two different directions
but doing nothing to blot out the
full-screen news ticker rolling across his
consciousness for the first time
with a single breaking story:
SHE LEFT ME FOR ANOTHER MAN SHE LEFT ME FOR ANOTHER MAN
SHE LEFT ME FOR ANOTHER MAN . . .
He’s reeling from the hollowness that still seems
to be expanding in him,
feeling singled out for suffering,
not yet knowing that he’s merely
following in the footsteps of countless others
who have lurched and stumbled in the same way to
a semblance of emotional balance,
the pain inoculating him against future pain.
Through all the green and amber and red lights
he staggers on towards the limits of innocence,
until the night furls its shadows,
and the sky is a furtive grey.
A Little Boy’s gun with a barometric trigger,
showed a Fat Man how to
blot out an Empire’s rising sun.
Proliferation’s need pushed
Sellafield and Kyshtym to trip chasing Manhattan.
Twenty two years later and just
three miles south of Middleton,
failed safe assurances lied again and signed
Pripyat’s some thousands years lease that left
eighteen billion rubles around one elephant’s foot.
Fukushima’s seven year menses – Pacific stained –
west coast tide pool colors an invasive green
as Chinook escapements fill five year graves.
Intractable cesium hangovers bleed MOX cocktails
Nostrils blowing bubbles over damned lips
fused to the tit of a beast we can’t tame.
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Contest: Remembering What You Want to Forget
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 09.04.18
He lays me down
On a tablet of stone
As he sits powerfully
On his ancient throne
I have been made ready
By his servants of Hades
As i lie here awaiting
His touching cascade
This horned icon
From deep in the dark
I now feel his hands
For he will make his mark
I have been chosen
Brought in from the light
For his future and seed
To be from virgin white
For when his son is born
The darkness will rise
From the depths of Hades
You will see from your skies
What you will see
As your day turns to night
Between this change
Crimson red is your sight
For what you are seeing
Are the flames from his hell
And his vision of your blood
As he will rise and tell
To walk in his shadows
They are blacker than night
Revel in his darkness
And blot out your light
Follow his visions
For he can tell
If you are not on his path
He will dam you to hell
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php
ALPHABETICALLY REPENTIVE-
All I want is just another chance
Be it instantly so conceivably
Can I be forgiven even if I preform daily wrongs?
Do I merit such, this much forgiveness?
Every time I sin I call on Him
First my regrets, I confess Lord Jesus I’ve messed up
Give me another chance
Help me to be
I am so very, very, very, sorry
Just need another chance to
Keep in mind
Love is pure this I’m sure
My heart, my soul, my spirit
Never shall I go back on my word, Father…
Oh, my Lord, Oh, my heavenly Father
Please, please forgive me
Quite possible this is my last offering
Release me free me from my sins
So that I may see you again in the presents of the Son
Teach me to survive to stay alive on this ole world while I’m alive
United I stand in your mercies grace
Virtues flow, flowing from your love breast
Welcome I your ever-presents
X out, blot out my sins
You are my Father God, you’re my forgiving Lord
Zealot am I, I am gratefully forgiven
12/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
When you can’t have what you want
And your stomach is in a knot.
When you can’t seem to forget
And you wish it was just regret.
When you can’t embrace
Someone’s lovely face.
When you can’t completely blot out
All the questions and the doubt.
When you can’t seem to find
That moment to pause in time.
When it happened so fast
But it didn’t and couldn't last.
when you know it's just you
and you have to press on through.
When the truth burns your skin
and you have to lose to begin.
when there is nothing left to say
and you are sick of feeling this way.
when a memory becomes a bother
and you have to run even farther.
when it all comes crumbling down
There is only one way up from off the ground.
BY: Sabina Nicole
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they
follow Me. "And I give them eternal life, and they shall
never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of
My Father's hand. "I and My Father are one."
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that
neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,
nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus.
"He who overcomes shall be clothed in white
garments, and I will not blot out his name
from the Book of Life, but will confess his name
before My Father and before His angels.
We have His blessed assurance that our Lord has
caused us to pass from the valley of the shadow
of death unto His green pastures of everlasting
life.
All of my love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
January 11, 2026
Kate: "shall not, so sorry, these fickle few are not a flurry of blurry forms, they art and science like dogs turned wolfish then mourn."
Lucifer: "Instead, let feathers begin the bedtime songs, these others accrued have gone terribly wrong."
Zeus: " I don't believe I have the time, to play that instrument like "catcher in the rye" I have though too many half steps onward still the haunting glow, the louder trill."
Lucifer: "In step with the devil dog, the hellhounds of march release ides aflurry and we sent through the arch, a mcgolden apple that pied that sky, and asked for new curtains to blot out a liar."
Zeus: "Have that too, we can't hide all the gold and silver in a mountainous shoe, those slurs are forlorn, their jokes are depressed, they haven't new schools to teach them any better."
Lucifer: "Is it a liar, isn't it born of fire, how does the ode to that compare to the fires?"
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