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Growing up, I became aware of you
As the god you gotta get by
The things I truly desired, silent
Covered fitly in "not good" sighs
In my day, children were barely seen
And their words never contradict
All the will and "well meaning" adults
Who in secret, were derelicts
.....dressed in their Sunday Best
I found that path to be empty lies
Piled upon servitude and obligation
Supernatural experiences,periodically
Seemed to break up the monotonous sensation
....of life
Life, that was no life, and I called you on it
Show up, be real, or get the hay out of dodge
...YOU DID
I began to walk with you, talk with you, know you
Made a place in my heart where you could lodge
...in moments when it was safe to FEEL
For over thirty years, you have been there
As the getting by god
No matter what sorrow, suffering
Or rocky, difficult road I was asked to trod....through
Now, you want me to leave all of my coping tools
My well constructed, very familiar workbench
And follow you...into new...without a clue
......darkness, really!?!
I've been set up, I have lost the ability to dream
My joy drained in every advance of the enemy
Again and again, I got up and walked
Irritated at what you required of me
I trust you.....but I have long since
Enjoyed your company
Have forgotten how to know your heart
Thinking, what's the point of you hearing mine
The tremendous loss of what I could have been
And the utter disappointment of who you made me to be
Drains me...I'm light-headed
I need a reset...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-17-2022
Note: Not a work of art. I just needed to process. Thanks for viewing.
Like an older brother coming to my defense,
he said, "But what about you. What do you want?"
Those words were in response to what seemed to
him, very little concern about my desires regarding
the issue in question. He sensed that my interests
were not being attended to, not even by me.
When hearing his words, they did not change my leanings
toward sacrificing my preferences for those of another.
However, my spirit was enriched because someone portrayed
such interest and passion regarding a matter concerning me.
Mindfulness of my needs has been rare in the course of my life,
and I treasure such each time it happens. When one learns to live,
laugh, and love without regards to the direction of the wind flow,
he develops 'stick skin' and moves on to whatever comes next.
That is why when I heard those 'fitly spoken words', they indeed
were like 'apples of gold in pictures of silver'*. Mindfulness toward
others is a very lovely and powerful thing.
060621PSCtest, Mindfulness, Unseeking Seeker *Proverbs 25:11
The power of the spoken word,
Can cure or it can kill.
It's up to you who wields the sword,
To use it as you will;
Defending those attacked by words,
Or helping to bring down,
The tongue can be a weapon, Friend,
Or see that wounds are bound.
A two edged sword will swing both ways,
To bring down friend or foe,
And once it's set in motion,
There's no telling where it goes.
We can but stand and watch the waves,
Of wrath that it will bring,
And hope that soon the squall is spent,
And learn from what we've seen;
But if we use it wisely,
The word can be a balm,
To bind up wounds quite nicely,
And bring the heart a song.
A WORD FITLY SPOKEN IS LIKE APPLES OF GOLD IN PICTURES OF SILVER.
Proverbs 25:11
IN THE MULTITUDE OF WORDS THERE WANTETH NOT SIN:
BUT HE THAT REFRAINETH HIS LIPS IS WISE.
Proverbs 10:19
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
— Proverbs 25:11 KJV
Break forth in song my dearest love—you have
been chosen for the grace of God to prove
—of what is right and what is wrong—a stave
well wondrous given to your heart—will move
the mountains in your way like garments rent,
to breathe in hope—your eyes will see the truth
in faithful words of love—through heaven sent,
so rare—The Word of God will see us through;
flood waters and the flames may turn to dust.
Our sorrows deep will wander far away;
the songs of desert goats unheard—so must
we toil and worry through the lightened day?
He’ll never leave us nor forsake us—sends
a promise through The Cross which never ends.
Never been beyond the shores of the Atlantic,
nor outside of the Golden Gate in the Pacific.
But I tell you, I've been places now stepped in my memory.
I've no doubt that these memories of simple places and
beautiful people are pieces of my life's puzzle that were fitly
set in their places by Almighty God. Their foundations are deep,
and they refuse to let go of me as if they are building monuments.
No, I have not travelled far, and the little that I have heard and
seen wants to stick to me like glue, filling me with joy. So, I will do
my best to keep sharing the sweet inspiration they bring to me.
082522PS
Oh God creator of all and is
Dominator power glory righty
Fitly in awe creator
Mighty Father
Mighty Father
Come before me, before me
Lord God all mighty
Come
Creator of heavens and worlds
Creator of this earth and all dominion and power
All Father
All power, power
What are these animals
Where is the lands
Who holds the universe in the palm of HIS hands
Must be.... God
It is God
Shall be God
The creator of all and it
Creator of this earth and all dominion and power
All Father
All power, power
It is God
Shall be God
The creator of all and it
You set the sun and the moon to glow
What is man but an extension of
The praise in physical dimension
You are the image of the Holy One
A image of God almighty creator
A spirit in flesh whose a little
Lower than the angels
Glory in honor
Heavens praise thee God
Glory and honor let every man rejoice, let every man rejoice
You do have a choice
Halleluiah, Halleluiah Halleluiah
All Father
All power, power
It is God
Shall be God
The creator of all and it
A image of God almighty creator
A spirit in flesh whose a little
Lower than the angels
Glory in honor
Creator of heavens and worlds
Creator of this earth and all dominion and power
All Father
All power, power
What are these animals
Where is the lands
Who holds the universe in the palm of HIS hands
Must be.... God
It is God
Shall be God
The creator of all and it
Creator of this earth and all dominion and power
All Father
All power, power
It is God
Shall be God
Creator of this earth and all dominion and power
1/20/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
inspired by Psalm 8:1-8
The Galilean sun smiled down
upon the dusty little town
and lingered o'er one humble spot,
a peasant's home and modest shop.
Long shafts of light fell 'cross the door
to lay bright carpets on the floor
where children played in perfect peace
about the shop. Their joy increased
each time they caught a glimpse of Him,
the carpenter who worked within.
His face was gentle, eyes were kind;
and as He worked, He did not mind
their ceaseless chatter, endless play
nor did He find them in His way.
Their laughter rippled round the room;
they scattered sawdust with a broom.
the wood chips falling at His feet
became for them a fishing fleet
or beds and chairs for little dolls,
a manger or a cattle stall.
Surrounded by the commonplace;
and yet, uncommon was the grace
with which He faced each daily task
as if all Heaven lay in His grasp.
A carpenter He was by trade;
the wood responded, unafraid.
beneath His hands each piece was formed
into an object to perform
some deed of usefulness or skill,
the needs of men to fitly fill.
Precise He was in all His craft
from oxen yoke to shepherd's staff
to couches for a nobleman;
he was a careful artisan.
Each part was polished, sanded, ground;
no painful splinters could be found
to pierce the flesh of those who bought
the items fashioned in His ship.
There wood was sacrificed for man
beneath its own Creator's hands.
Does it seem strange that He would die,
suspended between earth and sky,
upon two rugged beams of wood,
this carpenter whose work was good?
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
I had words for you after the meeting last night, but you were gone before we connected. Please receive these 'fitly spoken words' that are like apples of gold in silver pitchers*. Sometimes, love is not understood because it often operates counter-clockwise. Your cares are many and your burdens are heavy because your heart is huge. Your love is also huge and needs will never cease; so let the R&R take you away. This vacation belongs to you; so leave your concerns in this valley of heat. In our lives, we must learn to 'come apart' before our lives 'fall apart'. He who was the personification of perfection had no guilt when he took a break. Alaska is calling, the glaciers are waiting; so go on and board that ship.
07212018FaBk, PoSoupContest, Nine Lines To Let Them Know All Will Be Fine, Silent One, 3rdPl.; *Proverbs 25:11
Written: November 23, 2023
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Countless years, continue to construe conflict.
My task is to tote testimony of how to commit.
Neither malice nor misery can steal my life.
I'll store them so I can nail down the strife
None could ever havoc my soul's ebullience
Unspoiled by any sort of conflict or resilience.
Behave snidely—skip all attempts to cure me.
Am I a raging strain—unpredictable calamity?
Has it huddled your heart to halt our harsh tie?
Let us liven up in lavish livery—lilt a lullaby.
Since our recent zeal, our devotion will never fail.
My faith is true, but my imbrication won't frail.
Lunar cycles are an ethereal occurrence.
Soul and zest conflate by elixir convergence.
The bounty that our love proved every time
Loaded with kindness, life is pure and sublime
Under the summer sun, doves coo and call.
Romance, fresh spring tides, a cool air fall
From on high, magnificently raised upward
Clouds are fresh—grant a high moral reward.
Glance at the sun as if it were a gust of wind.
There was a glow emanating from your bind.
Let us persevere through this anxious hurdle.
My anguish has now laid into an ember circle.
I grew on your zeal and will never grow tired of it.
It's still what I truly desire but in a cynosure way.
Despite the height, affection will never be split.
With a bond between us that will never decay
There is a diaphanous spot as love grows swiftly.
Once only dreamed on, amid spiritual guidance.
My love has not faded; rather, it has grown fitly.
You are caught in the midst of a mighty alliance.
I'm Just a Wicked SAVIOR Child Now Saved
Lord, I try, I try todo right;
But I fall down everytime;
When I came out the womb;
I was already doomed;
My righteosness was sin;
Came from my parents, parents and ancestry
the ones before me;
A generational curse;
That's how I now worship,
I'm just a beginner;
A fitly sinner;
My desire is righteosness only good;
My intentions not to be wicked;
But God knows I am birth with it;
I do seek good, but I'm so wrong;
Nothing but God's mercy grace saves me now;
I seek good favor;
I want to live forever;
My God forever in heaven;
My past mischief I do not want;
Nothing gleaned but God's trust;
I'm just a wicked savior son now saved;
I'm just a wicked savior daughter now saved...
AMEN
inspired from PROVERBS 23
2/21/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©
from anthology “Tell the People, JESUS”