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They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12
Which is it?....
An ending, or a beginning?
Seasons, circling around each other like rustling leaves...
Which one steals the show, takes the glory?
With crimson crepe myrtle blossoms bursting
Yet struggling, hanging on in spite of north wind blowing.
With leaves falling, acorns dropping bouncing off a winding concrete path
The promise of a different landscape, sits on the horizon....
Sun ripe skies, still clear, yet clouds of change are watching....waiting patiently
Early morning chillness,...rosy, amber evenings
Swimming holes, sandy beaches, mountain hikes...still alive by afternoon light
Memory of watermelon still lingers...sweet on the tongue
But quietly, a fond return, like the welcome home of old friendships...
Are cooler nights and shorter days
Of pumpkins turned from green to gold, crisp apples almost ready to pick
Greasy barbecues, pushed in corners, lawn chairs stacked on garage rafters
The fragrant burning of logs, chimney's coming alive with smoke
Books, pencils, notebooks, lunch pails, bright yellow buses
Stadiums filled, Friday night lights,
Popping corn and chili beans, casseroles, and steaming mugs
One last day at the beach, closing with chill in the evening air
And ending....or a beginning......circling 'round each other once more
like rustling leaves....
I feel like I’m losing myself in the hours
Procrastinating all productivity
Once known too well to myself
Raised to be its existence
Now I watch it run by
Running scared
Because I feel like I’m losing myself in the hours
Feuds become whole in my mind
Nothing is growing
Creeping like vines all over my mind
And I sit and watch
With arms outstretched, tear filled eyes, salty cheeks
Passion surrounded by smoke
But where is my fire?
No longer burning
Because I feel like I’m losing myself in the hours
Echoes echoes echoes
Wake or sleep, echoes in my mind
Weep
Those salty cheeks
Those echoes, that reminder, that torture
My pride
Of echoes echoes echoes in my mind
I can’t be
Not watching it run by
Running scared
Because I feel like I’m losing myself in the hours.
THE GIFT THAT GOD GIVES US
The gift that I give you is My beloved Son,
With His sacrifice on the Cross, His work is done,
The gift that I give you is life ever after,
Life in heaven filled with thanksgiving and laughter,
The gift that I give you is everlasting peace,
Not as the world gives, but where soul conflicts will cease,
The gift that I give you is joy down in your heart,
Which will remain no matter what life does impart,
The gift that I give you is My unending love,
Holy Spirit within you like a pure, white dove,
The gift that I give you is robe of salvation,
My power to overcome any temptation,
The gift that I give you is this rare privilege
To call Me your Father in this world's pilgrimage,
The gift that I give you is magical Nature,
Which reminds all men of Omniscient portraiture,
The gift that I give you is the chance to praise Me
For all that you enjoy and for all that you see
The gift that I give you is the power of pray'r
To commune more with Me anytime anywhere
The gift that I give you is My Word unfailing
The lamp unto your feet, o’er darkness prevailing
The gift that I give you is this good news to share,
I'm waiting with arms open to welcome and care,
The gift that I give you is My blessings galore,
Infinite as the stars or the sand near the shore,
The gift that I give you is your free will to choose
The Narrow Way to life or the broad to death’s ruse
The gift that I give you is our relationship,
You are precious to Me, My unique workmanship.
07.02.2021
For Mystic Rose Rose's "The Gift That I Give You" contest
I sat ready to take the Entrance Exam
Determined to give it my very best shot
Hoping my answers would get me in
But worried that they may not
I looked around at the others in the room
Already deeply buried in the text
Some quickly scribbling their answers down
While others seemed terribly vexed
One tester yelled, “This isn’t fair”
“These aren’t the questions I studied for!”
I saw two others tear the test in half
And fall crying on the floor
Cheaters caught looking at another’s exam
Where quickly escorted out
I was ready to open my test booklet
Suddenly filled with horrible doubt
I know I got the first question right
“What is your name?”, is all that it read
But I wasn’t prepared for the second one
“When was it that they found you dead?”
I knew then just what this exam was for
And what place I was testing to get in
I took a deep breath, prepared for the worse
And turned the next page to begin
There were no questions about what is in the bible
Or how often to church I went
There were no questions regarding any religion at all
Or how my Sundays I had spent
There were no questions about the Ten Commandments
Or about using God’s name in vain
There were no questions regarding prayers that were said
And no dogma for me to explain
There was just one question in the middle of the page
Answer it truthfully, I knew that I should
I reread that question about twenty times,
“Did you do all the good that you could?”
Suddenly I was awakened by a beeping sound
And a doctor saying, “We’ve got him back”
The Entrance Exam I will have to retake
Because I didn’t die from that heart attack
But now that I had a look at that test
I know what I need to do to be better prepared
So the next time I sit in the Examiner’s room
I can write about all of the people for which I had cared
Open the door
Welcome to the professional relationship war
Opportunity knocks
Wanting investment stock
Offering salary positions
Full-time committed commissions
Benefits are great
For you and a mate
Travelling collegiate towns
Going down
Alpha Beta Road
Enduring wintry cold
First place opportunity went
House fraternity rent
Brothers answered knock
Calculated the luring stock
Requested a brochure
When opportunity stepped off the floor
Accepting escort to the door
Finding another place
Hoping to receive a smiling face
Innocent and bright
Wearing wedding white
And engagement ring from her knight
Both ready for the real-life fight
Opportunity gave the door a tap
Woke the Sorority sister from a between class nap
Throwing a pitch
Sounding quick and rich
She exclaimed
Not playing a game
“A.I.
Senior replied
Wrote you are a lie
We have Wi-Fi
Don't even try"
Rejected
Dejected
Opportunity still acted cool
Not being a fool
Walked over to where there's brew
Needed a break
Find out how much students want to make
Discovering academics at stake
Opportunity pondered a bit
Thinking what would fit
When Honesty walked in
Knowing how to win
One over
When scholars mature, get older
"You look hot
Join me in my spot"
Opportunity did knock
Wanting investment stocks
"Only if you speak the truth
Or honesty will hit the roof
You see opportunity when you knock
Your stock
Better be real
Or it's a no deal
There are many fakes
And hate
Out there
Our new generation is aware
And they do care
Future should be filled with dreams
Not angry computerized screams
You must love thy neighbor
And the waiter
Since they could be the one
When success is done"
"Honesty, you should not be ignored
May I open the door
And share
Ideas, creative and fair"
"I got this,"
Honesty blew opportunity a kiss
"We maybe broke
But still can joke
Reality is on our side
A light that guides
Showing vigilant nerve
Until we get what we deserve
A true blessen
Confronting political recession
Since deception
That is not our fault
Should be caught
And will haunt
Those doing wrong
Singing our campus fight song"
Opportunity figured day end arrived
And said goodbye
Leaving the course
Feeling remorse
The sapling in you spreading the arm
skyward, grew by my pathway with charm,
I walked everyday casting a casual glance.
As in breeze of autumn I saw you dance
with spectral hues on you of the rising sun,
I felt an unknown pull of subtle attraction,
desire waited to take an adoring look awhile,
let the layers of ardour pile.
Spring came with show vibrant color,
the sapling bloomed with familiar flower.
My heart flew around on butterfly wing,
weaving tapestry of love, a splendored thing,
its motif was dormant in mind I didn’t know,
in patina of beauty I saw the cherished glow.
Torrent of emotion surged with fervent shower,
filled my heart as I placed the flower.
January 11, 2019
I stand on the concrete ground feet bearing
My eyes filled with tears can hardly see focus glaring
The walls are on fire. Iam locked inside a house
Without Windows curtains walls on the floor
Somehow I'm sensing I'm yet still Outdoors
Homeless and barefooter on the streets
Saliva on my lips I'm about to fall and slit for the tears that I For the increase abundantness I'm engrossed inentitlement
Yet gluttony has found me
In my position yet still in the kitchen
Naked from the knees down
Homeless and barefooter on these streets
My bare feet burning on the city street
Homeless on this concrete ground that I stand on
Standing outside a homeless shelter
and positive trying to do better
As I stand on concrete ground mid summer
Sun's heat bearing down on me Naked feet
On these summer concrete burning scorched streets
Homeless and barefooted on the streets got no shoes to wear or socks just barefooted a few clothes nothing to eat or drink
You see I am just homeless barefooted on these streets
11/15/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o22
When we retire to our charming boudoire
Cathie just likes to read
While I on the other hand prefer to sleep
And dream of my kindly deeds
So I don my mask to block out the light
And I'm off to my fantasy land
Helping poor souls in dire straits
Those seniors whose life's hit the fan
You see I'm known as the “Lone Re-Arranger”
I help seniors rearrange their life
Along with “Pronto” and faithful horse “Sliver”
We help those struggling with strife
If your mate's in the kitchen preparing dinner
Using sharp and dangerous things
Don't start singing, stay far far away
She's distracted when she hears people sing
Travel to another part of the house
Stay as far away as you can
Older people at times lose control
They've been known to cut off their hands
Here's what the “Lone Re-Arranger” suggests
Be gentle with these elderly folks
They really don't mean to cause you no harm
Though the house may be filled with smoke
Just then I wake up from my interesting sleep
As Cathie turns out the light
Sure happy that knife in my back wasn't real
In my dreams I was rigid with fright!
© Jack Ellison 2013
In the seven years since I officially retired
Have had trouble keeping my old brain active
A major activity that's filled the void
Is P-Soup which has kept my brain captive
Owe my well being to this wonderful site
Anxiously checking my inbox
To see who's sent me these glowing responses
Check it before donning my socks
Addicted, I'd have to say that's true
But life would be quite boring without it
You people boost my ego every day
Might survive but I really kinda doubt it
So on my tombstone they'll probably inscribe
He died in an extremely poetic way
His last words rhymed as they closed the casket
“That's all I have to say today”
© Jack Ellison 2014