Long Git Poems
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SELF And Satan GIT THEE BEHIND ME LEAD ME NOT TO TEMPTATION
Get back, get back,
Devil
GIT THEE BEHIND ME
Stop whispering in my ear;
I shall not no longer fear, or hear;
now everything that glitters not gold
not everything that's pleasured is good
just because it tastes good
doesn't mean it's good for your body
we must, we mustn't trust everything we think is right
for we must pray-fully acknowledge
everything good not gold
devil I shall not
allow you to lead me into temptation
and myself my choice negative
I bring on my own suffering
for we must pray-fully acknowledge
everything good not gold
Get back, get back,
Devil
GIT THEE BEHIND ME
Stop whispering in my ear;
I shall not no longer fear, or hear;
now everything that glitters not gold
not everything that's pleasured is good
There's nothing new under the sun ;
My Lord my God deliver us from the evil one;
inspired from
--Psalms 51:10
8/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
HOLD ON TO THE LINE GIT INTO THE WATER YOU'RE A CHILD OF GOD YOUR HIS FISHERMAN-
Hello, my brother, my sister;(git in the water)
Yes I claim you as..my brother, my sister (hold on to the line, the bobble)
Doesn't matter we don't have the same parents; (git in the water)
I love you cause if have the same... spiritual Father; (hold on to the line, the bobble)
And we all need each other(git in the water)
may all your misfortunes go away.. see we share the same Father.. (hold on to the line, the bobble)
So in that as a family we should always uplift and love each other...(git in the water)
Not for claiming you though... I am so so, very sorry that you were mistreated, bullied.
(hold on to the line, the bobble)
For we you're Kings and Queens children of the most high God;(git in the water)
Don't give in, don't give up your a child of the King your His Fisherman
(hold on to the line, the bobble)
(git in the water)
Jesus is line and our God is the water
2/18/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
~dedicated to
Akkina Downing
Let me start at the beginning
Set this story up correctly
Waiting in line waiting to pay for my shopping on Christmas Eve
The man behind me asked me can you
put the lottery on here
To which i answered yes
I payed for my shopping and the Lady
then said is that it anything else ?
So i thought what the Hell
And a Lucky Dip for Wednesday's Christmas Lottery Draw
Come Boxing Day i thought might
as well quickly check my Ticket
And i thought i had 3 numbers
where you usually win a £30 prize
So i went to the Garage later on to collect my winnings
But the machine said i had to go to
the Post Office to collect my winnings
And when i handed over my Ticket
turns out i won £628
As someone who has never won
anything in my entire life
I never would have believed it myself
Until the moment she started counting
the money out
And 6 hours later
I still don't
Wake me up i must be dreaming
so, you sit there and not just a thought but a revelation of utmost despair as an event appears in your life where you wish you had not, but you did and is involved-0h so deeply. and the tears just flow and fall and you cry-oh god what shall I do, don't worry, he'll come git Choo. misguided, bad decisions you have made more than once and nothing really got to you, but this one has taken you down, way down, don't worry he'll come git Choo..all your family and friends that support you-normally have not said but indicated-no can do..you stop listening and conversating with your eternal supporter one, just talk to me and I will come git Choo.
GIT UP GO AND HUG FORGIVE AND LOVE YOUR LOVED ONE AFTER READING THIS POEM
When is the last time you held your loved ones;
Git up!, now and go hug them;
Open up your heart and mouth and tell them you love them
After you read these words that you heard, git up and hug them
Go on, go on, come on and love them
For you don't know how long they're on the earth
And for what it's worth
Forgive them their sins, be a better being go on embrace them
Hug them
Love them
Forgive them
And when your done do all over again
When is the last time you held your loved ones;
Git up!, now and go hug them;
Open up your heart and mouth and tell them you love them
After you read these words that you heard, git up and hug them
Go on, go on, come on and love them
For you don't know how long they're on the earth
And for what it's worth
No matter if they've hurt you, yesterday or when you were two
Doesn't matter long as you forgive them
No matter what theyv'e done too,(you)
Go on and forgive them
Love them
Forgive them
Hug them
It's better to love them
Jesus is calling
Us to forgiveness;
If we don't forgive others;
How can we stand before the Father
And ask for a pardon
When we won't forgive others;
so when you git done reading this poem
go and Hug, Forgive and Love your loved one
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
3/3/18
Just like In praises I'm raising my hands
And in my, my ears are here I hear so sweet joy bells
And I want to rejoice
Just like celebration
I want to scream out to all the nations
Praises joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
And once again all I want to do is just rejoice
I just want to git mi worship on, on, on, on, on
Angels won't you come and sing along
Praises upmost Glory to sing
I just want to sing His holy songs
I want To praise Him on and on and on
I Just want to get My worship On Glory Hallelujah
Just like in praising I am raising my hands
Raising aloud my voice in song
All I want to do is just rejoice
I just want to sing His holy songs
I want to praise Him on and on and on
I just want to get my worship on
I just want to let the world know
I'm gonna git mi worship on
7/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
GIT THEE BEHIND ME SATAN-
All my soul within me pitching
Git thee behind me Satan
All my soul within me ditching
Only this and a shepherdess
Much I not marveled the mystic exorcist
Git thee behind me Satan
My mind always strays to enchanters
Much I not marveled this splendid priestess
I discovered the alchemists
And its eyes have all the witching
Git thee behind me Satan
The whipsaw witchery whipsawing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a theologian?'
Enchantress - enchantress - enchantress!
Suddenly, I heard some magicking
God forbid
The occult smiled
God and I proclaim...Git thee behind me Satan
Demons cries and flees
Gods children and angels singing
Git thee behind me Satan
8/9/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Enemy of Life
Satan get thee behind me
You have no power
For I am stronger
I am in charge and reigns shower of
the Holy Spirit and it rains onto you
Submit to the change
You have been contained
For now is your essence viewed
You're overshadowed by the power of the Almighty
God's got his hands on you
You whom once an angel
Now your head demon Satan
You are finish
This the war of demons and angels
And God and his children has confounded you
LOCKED IN CHAINS PLACEMENT INTO the abyss of hell
We're forever in eternity you shall dwell
Satan get thee under me under my feet
3/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I mowed the front lawn yesterday.
I mowed the back yard today.
My knees are still aching ,
Sunburn's in the making,
And my back is beginning to sway.
But sing no sad songs for me,
'Cause I'm happy as I can be.
My doctor says so,
And he ought to know,
'Cause he charges a handsome fee.
I'll tackle the garden tomorrow,
Weeding and edging the furrow.
Then Japanese beetles, some spiders and nettles,
Will all say bye bye to the harrow.
I'll weed, turn and till the soil.
To my joints apply goose grease and oil.
I'll take a hot bath then lie down in a draft,
Till my herb tea comes to a boil.
My doctor will say I did fine.
He'll give me the A-OK sign.
He'll say have some tea, don't come to see me,
For seems listening to me seems crime.
My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©