Long Intercede Poems
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sharing in God's grace, and love, and mercy,
even in sharing in the midst of our hurting,
places us open to love deeper to see you,
watching your love move in everything we do,
breaking free can seem uncomfortable when so conformed in our ways,
in the balance of our own protection we sometimes move farther away,
trusting more in his protection moves us,
through the dangers that try to illude us,
sometimes too much is enough to see,
at times God pulls us away in prayer to intercede,
strongholds can stand right up in your face,
to surround its atmosphere with no breathing space,
to block your concentration of loves true cause,
the distance must be to leave until it is gone,
parts of the body working the visible eye cannot see,
the internal makeup of his purpose to be,
the beat of the heart, the sound in its call,
that make up and orchestrate the sound of its song.
In a state of half a dream and half awake
I await I await you and anticipate
tantra trinkets glitter across old crone skies
scattered stars the litter of our synchronized wishes
broken symbols of our disenchanted rune
cosmic poets cursed lutestring-verse rhymed for us
I’m lost astray a pearl loosed from a fractured string
lost in ashes of embers our fire that fed the sun
will you search a cosmos of starving stars
their shimmer growing dimmer til light withers
will you search a famished universe to find me
a spec of earthly widow-dust settled ..stilled
sweet Venus intercede before dark recedes
listen a nightingale’s sonnet song rides night air
melody’s flame melts ice-blonde moonbeams
a buttery pool the smitten singer’s spotlight
—his rhapsody brims his beloved to swoon
oh Venus let lyric-desire be my angel’s glide path
in a state of half a dream and half awake
my sensual soulmate I anticipate
invite for my griever-skin to frost-bite-tingle in thaw
touch me warm my angel touch me warm
billow tender breeze through window’s yawn
pale cheeks brushed lips shushed a lover’s rush
a rush as light as a silk scarf’s skim on skin
I tremble like a sonata cello string
soft breaths move curtains and swell my sighs
wind spirit croons my name I close my eyes
your ethereal presence glides on wind song
your physical absence abides in our bed
how poetic this dual ache
throbbing the same passion space
in a state of half a dream and half awake
I’m a pearl knotted yet unstrung
Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede
There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed
These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls
With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother.
And with undoubted submission I'd give anything for my sister.
I'll forever go to war for and with my brother.
But ever since Cain killed Abel, family's have killed, and killers get richer.
Lord when you gather your souls back please grant us your mercy
Grab our hearts with the inner core of your palms.
We drink from a cup but Revelations still leaves us thirsty.
Deliver me like the light you spoke of in the beautiful book of Psalms.
Wash the pain, suffering, and betrayal from our flesh.
Let your light dry away the history of grieving within tears.
Invite me to throw away my sins as I ask with all my chest.
And forgive man as I will forgive myself when your flood crosses near.
I went in for a minor surgery- something you have when you’re old and grey
which meant I had to fast…which meant I was hungry for a day.
For two days I went without eating…from early morning until the night…
By the second day my stomach hurt I was irritable…
trust me…it was not a pretty sight.
But when the surgery was over…when I came out from the anesthesia…then
the first thing that I did…was to go and eat again.
On the way home we stopped art McDonalds…and my heart began to ache
as I was stuffing my face with French fries…dipped in a creamy vanilla shake.
I was hungry for a short while..then my hunger went away
but what about the people out there who are hungry every day.
41 million people in America including 11 million children by the way
aren’t hungry for a little while…they are hungry every day.
What kind of country are we if we can’t find a way
to feed those 41 million people who are hungry every day?
So I decided to put my money where my mouth is…and I donated today
to an organization that helps fight hunger each and every day.
I’m not sure how much good it will do…but when the day is done
I’ll be glad if out of the 41 million people…I have helped feed one.
Glad to do my part to help…if even a little bit
For people who are being punished…for a crime they didn’t commit.
For our society will ultimately be judged on how we intercede
on behalf of our children, our elderly, our sick, our handicapped and
all of those in need.
And wouldn’t it be great to be judged, at least in part, on how we found a way
for no one to go to bed hungry…even for a day.
Everything you depicted and described,
Was everthing I saw in his eyes,
Underneath all the alcohol, all that I didn't know,
Was a man trapped in darkness who had no control,
The addiction was sneaky and tried to hide all that was wrong,
My love stayed through the silence and listened to his song,
We think love can heal all wounds and so we remain,
Until we must leave in order to spiritually intervene,
At this point we have no other choice, but to stand from a distance,
Because if we get too close, they will manifest resistance,
Distance is just as much love as remaining close is,
Because we know our love for one another is eternal, and we see it from within,
We will sacrifice the physical closeness in order to fight,
And stand against the darkness in faith in the light,
The stance you must take when your heart feels the pain,
Of knowing you will never physically see that person again,
But by faith your eyes see different love eternally bound,
Knowing that God is removing strongholds, giving love more ground,
And He shows you the deepness, you cry tears for their soul,
And He speaks to your spirit how to intercede and let go,
Sometimes it's within minutes, or hours or days,
And sometimes it's years He wants you to stay,
Waiting on Him, watching, and loving all at the same time,
Repetitive and rewarding, yet also heart-wrenching sometimes,
The fight is intense, but the faith undoubtedly knows,
That this is loves battle, while your heart overflows,
And knowing one day I will see,
You once again eternally,
Retribution Is Not My Dog
Retribution is not my dog
No bone- no contrition
just another child who does
not listen or pay attention
karma please let um slide
i really ain't mad ...
life has beat um down enough
please karma let um slide.
Karma excuse my soft heart.
Retribution ain't always worth
the worry that it causes.
Forgive my spiteful child.
May a mother's mind intercede.?
Spare them the painful warts.
I love them enough to ask this of you
when they hurt i hurt too,
there is no win, win situation.
Just more reaping of the whirl wind
Let that negativity that
they have set in motion
be tossed into the mighty sea.
Let the salt of forgiveness
wash, and toss away
their lies and thievery.
Karma please, on my knees
I pray forgive them all.
Spare all who have trust-passed
against my good-kind deeds.
Because I love them anyway.
and "retribution is not my dog"
.
a delightful
sweetist singer
after the Lord's
heart
with perspectives
under
the shadow of
His hand
at points of need
at points of failure
ill-used
disapponted
disillusioned
distilled
truths&lessons
become
a poem
a voice of honesty
rehearsing
repeating
dwelling
on Him
in the experience
of defeat
blessing
a response
in wonder love &praise
all
pass before our mind
in pleas
to intercede
in devotion
beautiful confidene
that overflow
He
who sustains&
surrounds
an awareness
in a never failing love
in the face of mockery
&suffering
a counsel of hope
a refuge
to the heart
in satisfying mercy
a way of deliverance
by
transforming
power
within
The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.
The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can stretch many miles.
We found love while on vacation,
but will it last past this station?
She clings to me like morning dew,
and yet, there's nothing we can do.
The conductor calls out, "last call,"
as the Night dons a misty shawl.
And we rush a teary farewell,
as the train whistles, time's death knell.
I see her wave a sad goodbye
that breaks my heart and makes me cry.
And as the train increases speed,
I pray that God will intercede.
I don't have any money, means the check is in the mail
I ain't got no money, means the water's dried up in the well
black folks tend to use language, lingo and speech
that can be considered bicultural
they can speak as refined as they want or they can talk guttural
but the message I want most to convey
Is what we gonna do about the youth of today?
when young people kill and maim,
on whom do you place the sin and the blame?
Is It the fault of the parents?,
or Is It the fault of the children?
Is It the sins of the father that have been revisited since the beginning?
as sin Is a state of being, It's a noun and not a verb
so what are we going to do,
to make a change in this world?
as people of the faith It's time for us to intercede
before It's too late so the evilness can no longer breed
our youths are in trouble
It matters not who Is to blame
we need to take some responsibility
and stop naming names
so what we gonna do?
we either poop or get off the pot
show our children what Is Godly behavior and tell them what Is not
It's not do as I say, But do as I do
be a living testimony that the young can look up to
but in order to teach, you must be teachable
to reach out, be accessible and reachable
don't compete with your children
It's okay to be their friend
as long as you don't blur that fine line
that exists between parent and children
so what we gonna do?
either we'll be good role models
and teach our youth to take a stance
or be poor examples of leadership
not even giving them a chance
God is in control, but we are also in the mix
we can't leave the raising of our youth for God alone to fix
as parents we play a major role in our children's situations
as parent we have some measure of control
and considerable consideration
as children are taught by example
we must also be aware of our behavior
so bring them into the faith, tell them about God
and let them know that JesusChrist is their Savior
It's not exegesis but extra Jesus that the youth of today need
plus concerned, caring and loving adults
who will help them in life to succeed
I see you here
I got you
I see you there
I got you
Please surrender your dreams to me
Allow me to intercede
I'll
embrace you here
I'll
carry you anywhere
I'll
be the kind of guy
You want to bring home to your mom
I'll follow Christ with you by my side
We'll worship together being lead by the Father
I see you here
I got you
I see you there
I got you
Please surrender your dreams to me
Allow me to intercede
Allow me my daerling to lead prayer meetings
Only follow me as I follow Christ
Let me cook you nothing but “SWEET BUTTERED RICE”
I would cry for you I would die for you
I'll
embrace you here
I'll
carry you anywhere
I'll
be the kind of guy
You want to bring home to your mom
I'll follow Christ with you by my side
Could I be after time the guy
I'll
love you
I'll
adore you
I'll
be true, as I'll allow myself to do
I'll be faithful
I'll worship the creator
I'll love you true
If this is the last thing in life I'll do
..it's moments like this I must confess
I really, really want to embrace
and give you a Godly kiss
let it be understand I'll be your only man under God and...
I'll
love you
and I'll be true...
I'll
5/12/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “God Made all Women Beautiful” 2018©