Long Hallelujah Poems

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Premium Member Bring Me a Harpist

When you arrive at Gibeah of God, where the garrison of the Philistines is located, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the place of worship. They will be playing a harp, a tambourine, a flute, and a lyre, and they will be prophesying.  1 Samuel 10:5

David, together with the commanders of the army, set apart some of the sons of Asaph, Heman and Jeduthun for the ministry of prophesying, accompanied by harps, lyres and cymbals. 1 Chronicles 25:1

But now bring me a harpist.” While the harpist was playing, the hand of the LORD came on Elisha.  2 Kings 3:15

BRING ME A HARPIST

To quiet the soul, worship the King.
He resides on heaven’s throne.
He’s far above the earthzone.

Can you hear the plink of lyre and harp,
the filigree waft of the flute,
feel the lissome shake of the tambourine,
as they quicken
your heart past the pearly gates?

A calm and quiet place,
peace beyond all understanding, 
as the fires break out and war overwhelms
mortal inhabitants…the peaceful stir
of Christ’s sleeve and hem of adoration.

Angels arrive on location,
drawn to the praise of imperfect steps,
their staircase unseen
but the melodic notes lift
their knees, their feet
as if men too had angel’s wings.

Praise cannot see the visible,
every eye closed, the scent of Eden
better than any royal rose-laden path.

God’s camp comes with sweet music
on fingers, lips, against the thigh,
in the oxygenated air — shuts the mouth
of lions, freezes frenetic fire, parts the seas.

The hand of the Lord arrives
as the music comes alive
and mankind opens his mouth
and prophecies. 

Almighty calm curtails the dragon’s tail.
Zephyr of minted-praise tamps its breath.

*Hallelujah!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Hallelujah!*

2/15/2022

*to* from Psalm 150


Premium Member Poetry Challenge poems number 21 and 22



                             Poetry Challenge Day Three

                                   Poem Number 21
                                   ===========

                          Thank Goodness for the OTCs

                       Relieving coughs, sniffles and sneeze

                              Ibuprofen for the fever

                        So thankful for this pain reliever

                              And answered prayers 

                             Through Acedominaphrin

                               Hallelujah, and amen

                         Blessed through modern medicine!


                                     P.C. Poem #22
                                     =========

                      We've rested almost through the day

                        But now I am quite pleased to say

                         This mighty mean and nasty flu

                        Tonight is feeling almost through

                        The painful throbbing in my head

                          Abated now, I'm up from bed!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member He's My Lord I Sing--

You can hear HIM whisper, beneath the wind;
The King of Jerusalem;
He’s my Lord I sing;
Songs, Psalms and praises to Him;
Hallelujah;

Joys and hope, He’s the only one who’s our hope;
Mercies kind, so divine is His ever-present,
He died to bless-us…

You can see HIM in the spirit;
Yet your natural eyes can’t be beholding Him, no;
He’s my Lord I sing;
Songs, Psalms and praises to Him;

He whispers in my ear,
Child have not any fear;
Come here, come here;
Allow me to renew your mind and heart;
So that I may impart;
Saving virtue, hallelujah;

You can hear HIM whisper, beneath the wind;
The King of Jerusalem;
He’s my Lord I sing;
Songs, Psalms and praises to Him;
Hallelujah;

8/3/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From forth coming anthology  "Old Gospel Songs Sung"
Form: Lyric

Premium Member I AM KING OF The Height of Heaven and the Depth of the Earth

Surely I am He
I am of the son ship
I AM King

It is God’s privilege to conceal things
And the king’s privilege to discover them
No one man living
Nor womb-man knows
The height of heaven
Nor the depth of the earth

If I remove as a man, the impurities from gold and silver
If I remove the wicked from the kings court
O’ God Oh, how I await
As I sit at the table

It surely is a privilege to discover those things
The conceal things, you’ve brought you bring

No one man living
Nor womb-man knows
The height of heaven
Nor the depth of the earth
I AM KING OF The Height of Heaven and the Depth of the Earth

Timely advice is lovely,
Like golden apples in a silver basket.
To one who listens, valid criticism?
Is like a gold earring or other gold jewelry
Trustworthy messengers refresh like snow in summer

In you I remove as a man, the impurities from gold and silver
In you I remove the wicked from the king’s court
O’ God Oh, how I await
As I sit at the table so shall I be strengthen as we eaten

No one man living
Nor womb-man knows
The height of heaven
Nor the depth of the earth


If your enemies are hungry, give them food to eat.
If they are thirsty, give them water to drink.
You will heap burning coals of shame on their heads,
And the LORD will reward you
I AM KING OF The Height of Heaven and the Depth of the Earth

Putting confidence in an unreliable person in times of trouble, Hallelujah
Is like chewing with a broken tooth or walking on a lame foot
Singing cheerful songs to a person with a heavy heart
Is like taking someone’s coat in cold weather
Or pouring vinegar in a wound

Timely advice is lovely,
Like golden apples in a silver basket.
To one who listens, valid criticism?
Is like a gold earring or other gold jewelry
Trustworthy messengers refresh like snow in summer

It is God’s privilege to conceal things
And the king’s privilege to discover them
No one man living
Nor womb-man knows
The height of heaven
Nor the depth of the earth


Surely I am He
I am of the son ship
I AM King
I AM KING OF The Height of Heaven and the Depth of the Earth





12/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Referencing Proverbs 25

The Great Somewhere

The only way I could say that my life is good is because of my love for Eloah.
I want to be full of faith as Deacon Stephen and stare up at heaven and gaze at the holy spirit of Jeshua and Eloah.
Hallelujah.

I would laugh and sing praises to Eloah with other spirit compeers.
We would be in divine solidarity as we jump, shout, and share happy tears.

I would look upon his superlative omnipotence and my every being will be drawn towards his holiness and everlasting light.
Amazed, I would be at the sight of tall beautiful translucent creatures that stood in grandeur beside him, valorous upright.

I want to go to that Great Somewhere, where there will be nothing common to my life.
Where there are no boundaries in being a spirit force, no misery and strife.

Eloah's eternity of mass creations of the universe goes far beyond our imagination.
Far beyond our limited cosmos interpretation.


I would visit Eloah perfect creation of the terrestrial ecosystem of the exoplanets.
I would stand on top of hills and mountains covered with layers and layers of coarse granites.

Yes, since the universe has no edge and no measurement of time, I would travel with the pride of honorable free spirit forces to the Pleiades.
Maybe as a spirit force, we could travel to the Goldilocks zone and swim in the crystal blue rivers and seas.

As a spirit force, I could change into many forms of being.
Free to be of a significant origin with a significant meaning.
Free to be able to obtain great wisdom that would allow me to make incommensurable achievements that would satiate my heart and soul.
Oh, what a magnitude of triumph it would be to transform into a different character whose meaning in life is of a different role.

With every prayer, I believe in the Great Somewhere.
With every fiber of my being, I believe that Eloah and his only begotten son Jeshua create and rule from there.









copyright September 2023.
 Psalm 19:1 
Acts 6:3-8
Form: Prose


Premium Member For My Charming Moonlight-I Want a Love To Call My Own God Already Created Her--

For My Charming Moonlight-I WANT A LOVE TO CALL MY OWN GOD ALREADY CREATED HER--

I want a love to call my own;
God already created her;

The widow is charming;
And so are you;
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare;
The supply is short,
And so is your hair;


I want a love to call my own;
God already created her;

Magnolia grows;
With buds like beaten eggs;
Your line of beauty is thin;
And so are your legs;


Your looks are thoughtful;
And so are your eyes;
Stems are slender;
And so are your arms;

I want a love to call my own;
God already created her;


Sunlight shun on you so dazzling,;
And as so is your smile;
Your ever presents is here;
Please stay awhile;
Moonlight is beautiful;
Just like you darling I believe that I love you…

You are a love I call my own;
God already created you, for me I’m yours;
Oh, woman you are my charming moonlight;
I want a love to call my own;
God already created her, glory hallelujah;  

3/13/19

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Premium Member Why Are There Stars

why
      are
            there
                     stars?

are they stepping stones to heaven

lanterns
             that
                   light
                           your
                                   way?

or lighthouse stars...hear a sailor scream

“hallelujah…we are saved”

why       there
       are          stars?

they circle ‘round the moon and sing

i’m not kidding

        these little blinks of light

the bling of the skies

         sentinels of moonstruck lovers

haloes of angels

   light years away

          WHYareTHEREstars?

They shout forevermore from glory!

Are they stars or heaven’s ships?

                i ride the chariot of candlelight

                pulling on the reins of hope

but really...why...are...there...stars?

a child cranes his head counting his dreams

and when the moon turns dark,

fireflies of the sky fill the child’s head

as the myriad of stars wander filling our lives with wonder

the chalkboard hangs over our souls instructing starstruck eyes

we count, connect the dots, makes wishes

and ask forgiveness

6/14/2018
Julia Ward’s Why are there stars contest

Premium Member My Heart-

HallelujahMy heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing

Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
He who caressed me he kissed me gave me his life

My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has hidden treasures unreleased untold
My heart beats rhythm essence flows 

My heart has a mind within my soul

My heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing

Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest

Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God 
Hallelujah

7.7.23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Premium Member Ultimate Wonderment

I just want to say hallelujah God, can I?
You have made everything so good
Everything is exactly how I wanted
So good God
What I wanted the most you have given it
I guess there is nothing You can do for me now God
Because I have everything
Is that true God?
That I don’t need You
That there is nothing else you can do for me
Lol, God am I nuts?
Haha I just feel so happy right now
You have given that which I’ve been asking You for months
Even years
Why You finally gave it
I would never know
Just to show you that I could never guess You
You give when You want
God I think You are famous for that
I am glad that You finally shine upon me
And give me Your consideration
Hallelujah God
Bless You
And thank You
God so does that mean You have one less person to do?  Lol

Premium Member Creator Commended By Nature

Edenic paradise garnished 
by perfection magnificence
ushered mankind’s first parents
to an intimate relationship 
with the sovereign Creator…

Garden, freshly-dressed 
served as venue for blissful worship 
around welcoming trees' canopy 
lifting freedom praise of thanksgiving
while boughs lilted along adoration breeze…

Flower terraces of resplendent hues 
wafted delightful redolence to the Lord
the Designer of supreme beauty-elegance
and Multiplier of blessings’ supply
as hallelujah symphony from songbirds prevailed…

Mountain ranges in their steadfast grandeur
expressed gratitude toward their Maker
through their pinnacles reaching out to the clouds
as hills extol their Upholder midst valleys’ affirmation
witnessed by the oceans’ wave-crests, exalting life Source…

Via virtual nature-trip, restricted with community lockdown
I find myself in this blessed ambiance
beholding nature, by faith
in its original creation-status…
thankful to the Sovereign Saviour for His handiwork*.

*Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.

May 10, 2021
8th  place, "Nature" Free Verse Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 5/11/2021.

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