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For God works in mysterious ways.
for He gives me hope
to get through all
of those miserable days
for God sent me a valuable token
to get me through, For i never knew
that token would be you.
"colorful ugly" was once a true thought
and a memory,
A Begining of a beautiful relationship
and all the love that it brings.
For you are my hero in all that you do
for you became my strength,
my motivator,"my teacher"
and my dream come true.
So i thank you for the beauty that
i see in you
For you are one in a million, with
a million dollar view.
For you touched my heart
and gave me direction to lifes imperfections
and opened my eyes to a world of
"harmonious affections".
for we share a bond
that can never be broken
For you are and always will be
My Token
In the courts of sport and entertainment
They have forgotten the scales of justice
Lacking honor for those who gave life and limb
Sacrificing blood, and buried with god giving grace
The anthem is our history
of all triumphs, good, and even flaws
Look into the eyes of a veteran
to see inside a suffering vault
They, who fought, so that you may play
They who died, so that the rich live this day
Even the poor still have their freedoms
For veterans themselves, knew their reasons
No man, no nation can stand up to perfection
Its about respect of those, who gave...
Despite all imperfections
Without, history repeats, sending more to the cross and knave
When you hear "God Bless America"
Think of those flag covered graves
Think of the children
No fathers, because it is you they saved
Our nation is human
Filled with imperfections
Protest for change, for better days
While holding respect for those, who before you
With their blood, led the way
Sometimes I feel like a castaway;
My sails and rudder in disarray-
A derelict floating past Cathay-
Then marooned on a shoal.
Other times I feel like a stowaway,
Secreted in some musty hideaway,
Watching the world change day by day
From a filthy porthole.
Sometimes I feel like a runaway.
All my pride’s been sanded away;
Hustling for food and somewhere to stay-
Some dark and dank bolt hole.
Other times I feel like I’ve gone astray,
That the best of me’s eroding away.
Dissipating misty yesterday
What’s left of my soul.
(Chorus)
I’d probably feel this way all the time,
If I didn’t come home with you.
Mornings would start with no sunshine,
If I didn’t wake up with you.
All the world’s imperfections,
Objections, and rejections,
Would drown me in dejection
If you weren’t the Copilot of my crew.
There've been time I've felt like I've gone astray.
Each tomorrow's still another day.
I still have time to change my way
To once more feel whole.
I don't have to be a runaway,
A castaway or a stowaway.
With your help I can find my way
And re-find my soul.
First I do love Him;
Yet and He loves me more;
Throughout my imperfections;
So He loves me, so
In a perfect way --Agape, Agape
God loves me as a Father
We are His chosen Sons and Daughters
For He is our Father;
His love is the highest form of love;
Pure selfless unconditional;
Sacrificial, Forgiving, Respecting, Serving;
My Father I want to Love like My Daddy does...
first I do love Him so;
He loves me so;
His love is the highest form of love I want to Love
Like My Daddy does, Always
In a perfect way Agape, agape
1/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Who are the children
who have made their parents glad
those who are loving kindness
and turn away from bad
Who will take in the instruction
that guides ability to think
from the source of divine knowledge
like waters we must daily drink
What are the atributes
that can cause a parent joy
applications of all the virtues
and of its rightness can employ
Who will seek out justice
exacting standards in their life
in love forgive imperfections
barriers that lead to strife
Who is the greatest Teacher
mankind has ever known
millennias of the many centuries
has his wisdom daily shown
Who has provided the education
that fills all mankinds deepest need
the origin of which is endless
but starts as the smallest seed
What will be the qualities
that demonstrate a character of love
the peculiar things it features
that sets them so far above
Where can you find cultivated
practical advice you can apply
that which leads to abundant life
and not tainted with the Lie
Do you have your answers yet
why not to your father go
there are so many questions
and solutions required to know
Matt 5:43-48 & 28:20
Mark 1:22 & 6:34
John 14:23 Acts 2:42 & 18:11
Titus 2
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
an ordinary girl
i am alone in this world that's being destroyed
this is proven time and gain
the sad truth is that it will be this way til the end
no matter that i've denied it and tried to make myself believe
ultimately the one whose 100% to me is me
only i know the way i feel even when words cannot say
i set myself up to think of it any other way
thoughts in my head to remind me
of all the imperfections i possess\the feelings that overwhelm me
and make me second guess
i wonder if who i think i am
is who i am at all
every time these feelings disappear is when i seem to fall
i guess i should just accept it
if i don't i'm sure to get hurt
i am tied to these feelings forever
it is a heartbreaking curse
it would do me good
to let be what is to be…
just face reality
i am not and will not be anybody’s world
i'm not anymore than an ordinary girl
Virgo
My birthday is in September.
Through astrology I am a Virgo.
Through characteristics I am detailed.
I’ve been writing for five years.
Always hard working.
I’ve always loved drawing.
I can’t stand clutter.
I will always enjoy lifting weights forever.
With structure, I am very organized.
Being observant I’m good at problem solving.
In a relationship, always trustworthy.
I’m always wide awake early.
The bottom line would be high expectations.
I have critical thoughts and imperfections.
I write this letter to you.
Maybe I will find someone beautiful soon.
What are your favorite hobbies?
Maybe you also love writing?
I am grounded with discipline.
It’s been hard work and no play or fun.
You have my undivided attention through possibilities.
A committed partner and understanding.
I would be reliable and attentive.
Together we both have something to believe in.
I wanted to be honest.
I know that I have no patience.
One day I just might find someone.
With your smile, you might be the one.
What if dreams come true?
The signs in the sky, it might be you
In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am human. I make mistakes, but to live my life instilled with fear and without love would not be living.
my concept of life...
acceptance of immanence
I am not divine
I am not destined for permanence in this world. Through death, I will leave a void to be filled. Seekers of truth, open your inner sight and allow it to lead you towards enlightenment. Sing a melody during life's journey and set your spirit free. Sing a song, a symphony, to help you find your way. It's a cosmic affair, so bare your soul and find the bliss that awaits you there.
human souls reside
but for a moment on earth
waves on an ebb tide
Most will not live eternally; we are not the transcendent kind. There is only One who lives to reign, and we dare not disdain His right to claim the throne. God is transcendent and there will never be an amendment to that in this manifested world. He will not be dethroned by word or deed by some malcontented human having the need for a coup. Those who would dare cast shadows on His name have no respect for divinity.
God reigns o'er the world
do not query or doubt His
supernal glory
Who makes me think what I think?
Was I born to judge the folly
of others with a satire?
Seeing their imperfections,
pitying their endless misery,
offers me that chance
to compare theirs with mine,
but rolling the dice is unfair.
Who makes me think what I think?
Are compassionate words put into me,
to gush forth as a lively brook in spring...
refreshing my stale enthusiasm,
rejecting foolishnes to let it wisdom in,
accepting changes with a new mind and will?
Who makes me think what I think?
Are these ideas and emotions daily learned by observing
human actions leading to life or death?
But very few are defined by compassion, others have
that deep hatred in them refusing to end it...
being a witness makes one aware of those differences!
Many people look into the mirror,
and only see their imperfections...
I have mine and laugh about them;
when famous people go under the knife,
surgeons get rich and to them they bow.
Why perfection is so sought after today?
Not all are born beautiful, some are born deformed,
and those are the ones who shouldn't be happy;
others abuse their bodies in horrendous ways,
and ignore the importance of being loved.
A pop star did just that, and he went to the extremes
to change the color of his skin to look like someone else;
he should have been proud and satisfied of how he looked!
I wasn't the handsomest guy, but somehow a miracle occurred:
I had an in-depth analysis and I felt truly beautiful!
Society creates the perfect images of famous individuals worldwide,
they become their own gods, not feeling the importance of being loved,
they look pretty from the outside, but deep down they're slowly dying;
why resemble models who are put on a starvation diet to look good
on fashion shows in Milan, Paris and New York...have they gone insane?
Reflect on your life with careful consideration, find the hidden beauty
that each one of us possess, not neglecting the importance of being loved;
have you ever noticed children how they mingle...how they love one another?
Do they see any of the defects in their bodies, or point out their differences?
Certainly not, they amuse themselves and playing they feel beautiful!