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May I Sing Praises until you Lord
It's You
it's you that I love
it's you
it's you
it's you that I love, it's you that I love
There's something in you Lord
on the inside deep on the inside
you're calling Oh!, so beautiful
beautiful calling you, calling me above
the noise I see your Story, The Glory
There's something in you Lord
On the inside deep on the inside you're calling me
Calling me,
Calling me
Calling me
I love you so, thus I know
This I show
As you love yourself I love you as
As Christ loves the church
I do I give myself up I Sanctified what's
This the vessel with the word that leads
Leads to Jesus a name above all names
Jesus Washed by the Water with the word
Jesus present myself in Him splendid be holy and acceptable to...
The Father's Heart there's something in you Lord
On the inside deep on the inside
You're calling me Father shall I lead
Lead and worship carry provide serve in the home
I shall praise in the public
Show affection be transparent with you
There's something in you there's something in you ever sure so true
I love you
1/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
"Intangible yet so revealing beautiful, eyes ever so really I come inside unto your embrace You wrap your wind around me and all and in all of this never ending universe, I am in all that you chosen me first Father beautiful, you are
Sweeter than honey on the rock, Holy, Mighty, Awesome you are. ALL in ALL glorious God you loved me first, before my birth. now I rejoice
When I am thirsty you give me drink. When I'm lonely you companion me. When when I am lost. You come find me beautiful you are, and everything you speak is BEAUTIFUL
Brilliant colors you give unto me. Your word is a rainbow. YOUR arms are wide as the horizon Your eyes sparkle past the sun's flares rays. Your body infinite but yet you cover me. You are My Father beautiful and colorful radiant, you are
Intangible yet so revealing beautiful, eyes ever so seeing you come before me you embrace Me you wrap the winds around me and in me and in all and all of this never ending universe You are all you chosen me first Father Beautiful you are!"
12/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Oh, what a beautiful tree
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again
Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward
What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box
It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn
The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology
What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic
Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW
Truth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019
There's a storm in my heart
It has tattooed scars on my soul
I have seen the ugly face of a wound
It reeked bitterness
And in the cold dark pain
I felt something die inside me
Now I carry the carcass of dream
My hopes have deserted me
To crown me king of sorrow
My kingdom is brokenness
Pieces of me lie shattered and bruised
I have no song and no dance
I have become a forlorn statue
Time scorns at my disappointments
There is a part of me that no longer cries
It is buried deep inside gloom
I have become stone and desert
And when the arid winds blow
I cringe like a wounded animal
And howl in pain
In my years of living it's been a dark ride
On more than one occasion I've tried to make it to the darkside
Pain & hurt, my brain overworked
Cutting myself until there was blood stains on my shirt
I swear it was insane, felt sick and ashamed
Cutting deeper & deeper but couldn't hit no vein
I had no one to turn to, alone cuddled on the rug
Damn near lifeless stiff as a stone surrounded by a puddle of blood
Thinking I'm almost home, I can see the linked gates
But in reality I was wondering what's my life come to, lately I've been so messed up I couldn't even think straight
Felt like everybody hates me, can't nobody stand me
Downing pill after pill popping zannies like candy
Klotapins, I had a lot of them
Whatever I did only mattered to me but not to them
I began losing myself, started to rot within
Starting abusing my health, welcomed defeat & watched them lock the win
Not thinking, standing at the bridge up on the top
Lost all feeling inside & was ready to die so I closed my eyes said screw it & dropped
There were strangers around me & bystanders seen it
Head first over 20 feet down face first into the cement
Dead on site at least that's what I hoped
But the lord kept my head on tight so with my latest attempt again I choked
Directly the fall didn't affect me
Had to accept the signs that it wasn't my time so the Lord wouldn't accept me
Apologized for my actions but lied to him
Promised that them days were over but a few years later I tried again
Wrapped the rope around my neck tied it in a knot
Was tired of life & being stuck on the bottom, I wanted to get to the top
Was willing to give up everything, stressed & depressed & all out of jokes & laughs
But as soon as I kicked the chair from under me she appeared in front of me just in time to cut the rope in half
I was letting life get the best of me, allowing my pride to break me
Dying inside wondering why he refused to take me
Making the wrong calls from birth & it's been Hell ever since
Until he came to me in a dream and told me himself that I'm stuck here for the long haul and forever I'm cursed with my failed attempts....
It was bitterly cold outside; winter had finally arrived
Scintillating snowflakes were falling
smothering the land with a white lacy shawl
My mother is old and frail; it was far too treacherous for her to go out
so I’d promised to get some essential provisions
I trudged along wearily, the slippery snow made walking so difficult
it was such a relief to see the porch light twinkling in the distance
When I reached our little cottage I could see her anxious face at the window
Mum greeted me with a beaming smile and a warm embrace
She helped me brush the snowflakes from my thick coat
Then we sat down together by the roaring log fire inside our cosy lounge
Oh it felt so good to be home!
Fiction write
The Fire Inside Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
11-12-17
I saw a pretty purple butterfly
sitting on the limb of a blossomed tree.
Her wings fully outstretched I wished to spy.
I said, “Unfold your loveliness to me.”
When I spot wee birds inside a nest,
They can’t know what life has for them in store.
They’re still fed by parents as they rest.
Oh, unfold your wings and let me see you soar!
Marigolds in the summer garden growing.
I still recall you as small buds of gold
as I sat beside the cool stream flowing.
I loved to see you open and unfold.
Now a letter with me I’ve yet to read.
I wonder what news for me that it might hold.
Afraid to see, I know I must proceed.
The letter from my lover I unfold.
Butterflies, birds, and flowers, all so sweet.
My sweet love – do I really know him well?
I tremble! Weeks passed since we last did meet.
The letter I now unfold to know his tale.
April 17, 2023
for the Writing Challenge - 'U' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
There is a woven vine, that grows
It grows between the centuries
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between two selves it has a hold
on me, and all my reasoning
Defying time that lies between
I've read each word between the lines
The tale unfolds, the words are mine
Bringing with them all the years
I can feel a sense of who I was
Words I spoke, and one I loved
is captured still within my soul,..
And though I spoke a different tongue...
Somewhere there played a different song
I feel the pull so deep inside
How strange and crazy, this may be
I know somewhere, away from here
Somewhere deep on different shores
The stars are meant to cross again
There is a woven vine, that grows between
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between the old, and now, the new
it has a hold, that I do know
defies all lucid reasoning
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For The Contest Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire "Past Lives" 6/24/14
I can’t figure out where you’ve gone
Because you’ve been gone way too long
I can’t remember the sound of your voice
Have I made the completely wrong choice?
My memories they fade into a damp abyss
But still I dream about your kiss
I’ve been waiting for so long for you
But somehow I can’t be through
I miss you so much I’m going mad
Because everyday I just remain sad
So many dreams aren’t what they seem
Because somehow I can’t remember our dream
Exhausted of constantly traveling to find you
If only you knew
Staying in my room everyday
So much to explain and so much to say
My little storm burns inside
Because you were always the one I confide
Now your gone and it’s just a blur
Everything I do, I am so unsure
The pain overwhelms my body cells
When will I see you? Time will only tell...
It was a dark and stormy night, or so the story goes
Another of those wondrous tales to keep us on our toes
Like looking glass and wonderland, grim witches and their spells
Peter Pan and his lost boys, the lovely Tinkerbell
The days I’ve spent lost to the world, so snug inside a book
The villains who are best of all, Long John and Captain Hook
I’ve sailed away to desert isles and walked the frozen wastes
Swum deep beneath the ocean waves; the Kraken I have faced
Sherlock Holmes to Frankenstein have held me in their thrall
But can I name just one that I have loved the best of all?
On different days I need to find a different place to be
Sitting on my daily train: oh, commuter misery
Today it’s off to Lilliput in the company of Swift
Tomorrow could be opium dens, by Sherlock left adrift
Or possibly to Mordor, to fight those pesky orcs
Or up north to Skallagrigg, to fly among the hawks
If I had a pound or two for every place I’d been
I’d be a millionaire by now, but I really must come clean
The written word to me is worth much more than any cash
A nice new book is just the thing, I’ll add it to my stash
The gadgets that are used today are all right in their place
It’s print and ink in solid form that put a smile upon my face