Long Jerusalem Poems
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"Why is it", the donkey mused, "that horses get all the glory?
Seems throughout the ages its the same old hackneyed story.
We go unheralded and are treated with utter disdain,
While horses bear king and emperor about their vast domain!"
"Though we are somewhat ungainly and will never win a race,
We've born distinctive personages with extraordinary grace!
I'll tell you of unnamed heroes among our humble breed,
That will outshine the acclaim of any blue-blooded steed!"
"Mister Ed the talking horse has nothing on the donkey Balaam rode.
She saw an angel of the Lord in the way and promptly left the road!
Balaam cursed, the donkey talked some sass and was beaten thrice!
The angel was about to slay Balaam had he not heeded her advice!"
"A donkey was in the stable when the Prince of Peace was born.
Later to Egypt they fled - on a donkey Mary's Babe was borne.
For entry into Jerusalem, He chose a donkey, a borrowed one at that.
Hosanna! Hosanna! God's Son it was! There he regally sat!"
"We've had astride us preachers, desperados and hardy pioneers,
And have been accused of stubborness driving mankind to tears!
But when all is said and done, we provide reliable transportation,
Getting you slowly but safely to your ultimate destination!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
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August 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 34-38
Key Verse – Jeremiah 35:13 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel; Go and tell the men of Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, Will ye not receive instruction to hearken to my words? saith the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMANDING ME WITH YOUR INSTRUCTIONS
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ direction
For my faith to be strong through Your transformation
As I obey You with consecration
Constantly submissive to Your truthful proclamation.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ righteousness
For my conviction to be firm through Your holiness
As I follow You with willingness
Constantly surrendered to Your worthy purposiveness.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ authority
For my commitment to be steadfast through Your sovereignty
As I seek You with humility
Constantly satisfied to enjoy Your rich bounty.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ empowerment
For my service to be fruitful through Your involvement
As I pray to You with trust-fulfillment
Constantly settled to prioritize Your offered heavenly investment.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ light
For my testimony to be radiant through reflection, divinely bright
As I abide in You with worshipful delight
Constantly stable to stand while clinging to Your might.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ endurance
For my character to be Christ-like through Your assurance
As I learn from You with meekness the essence of forbearance
Constantly shaped to be molded by Your precepts against ignorance.
Thank You for commanding me with Your instructions’ fervency
For my persistence to be productive through Your mercy
As I continue for You with consistency
Constantly sufficed by Your available clemency.
August 3, 2022
September 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Amos 1-5
Key Verse – Amos 1:2 And he said, The LORD will roar from Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem; and the habitations of the shepherds shall mourn, and the top of Carmel shall wither.
FAITH IN GOD WHO UTTERS HIS VOICE OF TRUTH
God utters His voice of truth for our wisdom
Always clear surpassing earthly stardom
To teach us in prioritizing, by faith, His kingdom
While we serve Him without boredom.
God utters His voice of truth for our learning
Always timely against humanistic philosophy’s gaining
To lead us in treasuring, by faith, His precepts of divine reigning
While we seek Him for our spiritual winning.
God utters His voice of truth for our discipleship
Always right toward our fruitful stewardship
To nurture us in increasing, by faith, with His partnership
While we obey Him, following His leadership.
God utters His voice of truth for our ministry-involvement
Always inspiring midst His Scriptural encouragement
To drive us in continuing, by faith, midst our mission-engagement
While we cleave to Him with sincere commitment.
God utters His voice of truth for our servanthood direction
Always assertive against pride, selfishness and deception
To uphold us in soulwinning, by faith, with Holy Spirit’s function
While we depend on Him toward our effective transformation.
God utters His voice of truth for our victory
Always triumphant that lifts us up from sinfulness-misery
To help us in sharing, by faith, His Gospel story
While we praise Him, exalting His name for His glory.
God utters His voice of truth for our prayerful plight
Always comforting that cheers us toward divine flight
To propel us in going on, by faith, with His might
While we trust Him, fellowshipping under His light.
September 22, 2025
Black man, do you remember who you are?
Before temples were carved from stone,
before books whispered borrowed truths,
you were already divine.
You walked with spirit, not religion.
You read the stars and the rivers,
you spoke to the wind and it answered,
you heard God in the thunder and
saw His face in the lion’s gaze.
But now—
You kneel before foreign names.
You pray to faces that do not reflect your own.
They gave you their gods and took your land,
gave you a white savior and stole your soul.
How can your liberation come from
those who bound you?
Abraham is not your ancestor.
Jacob never tilled your soil.
David never danced to your drums.
Why then do you chant their names
and forget the names of your grandfathers?
Why do you reject your lineage
and embrace the chains that erased it?
They told you to forget your ancestors—
called your roots evil, your spirits demons.
Yet they revere theirs in books and statues.
What hypocrisy blinds you?
Spiritual suicide—
that is what you commit, daily,
when you abandon the sacred drum,
the sacred tree, the sacred fire.
When you see your oppressor’s god as your own,
you will always kneel beneath him.
How can you rise
while worshiping your captivity?
Wake up, Black man.
You are not lost.
The ancestors are waiting in the wind,
in the waters, in your bones.
They whisper still.
Remember your gods.
Remember the rhythm of your bloodline.
The power is not in Rome or Jerusalem—
it is in the dust of your homeland,
in the echo of your grandmother’s voice,
in the prayers said with bare feet
and a pure heart beneath the baobab tree.
Reclaim your spirit.
Reclaim your throne.
The world rejects you
because you have forgotten
how to speak your original name.
Speak it again.
And rise.
July 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 40-48
Key Verse – Isaiah 40:2 Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the LORD'S hand double for all her sins.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PARDONING ME
Thank You for pardoning me and my iniquity
As I repent with honest sincerity
According to Your righteous purity
So that I can be cleansed against infirmity.
Thank You for pardoning me and my sinfulness
As I seek You with confession-conscientiousness
According to Your holy graciousness
So that I can be sanctified against filthiness.
Thank You for pardoning me and my pride
As I approach You humbly, devoid of arrogant stride
According to Your Word as my guide
So that I can be abased against haughtiness-slide.
Thank You for pardoning me and my idolatry
As I claim it with worshipful victory
According to Your authoritative glory
So that I can be focused against selfishness toward Calvary.
Thank You for pardoning me and my transgression
As I accept Your forgiveness with grateful devotion
According to Your wholehearted purification
So that I can be healed against abomination-affliction.
Thank You for pardoning me and my defilement
As I beseech You with prayerful predicament
According to Your purging fulfillment
So that I can be hallowed against worldly enticement.
Thank You for pardoning me and my disobedience
As I practice fervent faith and good works of committed diligence
According to Your mercy and truth’s prevalence
So that I can be disciplined against slothfulness’ persistence.
July 22, 2022
The elders, scribes, met in Jerusalem
With Caiaphas and Annas, priests as well.
When Peter, John arrived, were asked to tell
The power used or name declared by them,
Then Peter, with the Holy Spirit filled,
Said, “If we are to be examined here,
The means by which this man was healed are clear:
The name of Jesus Christ, the man you killed.”
This Jesus is the stone that was refused;
He is the one whom God raised from the dead.
Salvation comes through no other name said,
So let’s be clear, let no one be confused.
Now, when they saw the boldness of these two,
These common and uneducated men,
Astonishment arose among them then,
These followers of Christ, the man they slew.
The priests in private met, “A much famed sign
Was clearly seen; this cannot be denied.
So that the news does not spread far and wide,
We’ll threaten them: that they must now decline
To further speak to any in this name.”
And so they called them in, gave stern advice:
You are enjoined; don’t use the name of Christ
To teach, to heal, or otherwise inflame.”
“We find your judgment borders on absurd:
Obeying you, not listening to God.
But even if you find our reason flawed,
Still, we must speak of what we’ve seen and heard.”
The crowd, on hearing, lifted shouts of praise;
The two, released, went boldly on their way.
(from Acts 4)
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(This one was a bit of a slugfest. The rhyme for the stanzas is abba, with a concluding couplet. Some come easier than others; this was not one of those.)
He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails
by the will of an angry mob;
did anyone hear Jesus's sob?
Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands.
Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas;
whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary,
but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus
and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy!
And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow
streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem,
someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom,
picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow!
Many believed Him to be the Christ,
but the envious Pharisees did not,
and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him...
not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim!
He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones
and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples;
He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne,
where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!
FEARS A VICTIM duck
If you are scare you are mostly chicken
It you are afraid you’re mostly chicken
If you are dodging something thinkin you’re a victim
Then guess you better look out and duck!!
Let’s us leave together and fly
Escape with me my love into the rapture
Escape with me my darling into the skies
Let us leave together, and fly
As we go together, NO we didn’t die
Oh, but alas we await the Father’s embrace
My, my, my we await the Bridegroom’s kiss
We shall be missed, here on this ole earth
But for what it’s worth eternity First
First on heaven then on the new heaven and Jerusalem (earth)
Come hither to my love
As we soar with eagles wings
Embracing the clouds, as heaven sings
Escape with me
Embrace in me
My darling love together you and I
Let’s us leave together and fly. . .
Escape with me my darling into the skies
05/10/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
These are my early poems, or juvenilia...
alien
by michael r. burch
there are mornings in england
when, riddled with light,
the Blueberries gleam at us—
plump, sweet and fragrant.
but i am so small ...
what do i know
of the ways of the Daffodils?
“beware of the Nettles!”
we go laughing and singing,
but somehow, i, ...
i know i am lost. i do not belong
to this Earth or its Songs.
Easter, in Jerusalem
by Michael R. Burch
The streets are hushed from fervent song,
for strange lights fill the sky tonight.
A slow mist creeps
up and down the streets
and a star has vanished that once burned bright.
Oh Bethlehem, Bethlehem,
who tends your flocks tonight?
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep,"
a Shepherd calls
through the markets and the cattle stalls,
but a fiery sentinel has passed from sight.
Golgotha shudders uneasily,
then wearily settles to sleep again,
and I wonder how they dream
who beat him till he screamed,
"Father, forgive them!"
Ah Nazareth, Nazareth,
now sunken deep into dark sleep,
do you heed His plea
as demons flee,
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep . . ."
The temple trembles violently,
a veil lies ripped in two,
and a good man lies
on a mountainside
whose heart was shattered too.
Galilee, oh Galilee,
do your waters pulse and froth?
"Feed my sheep,"
"Feed my sheep,"
the waters creep
to form a starlit cross.
I wrote this poem around age 15-16.
and yet i am singing ...
the sun—so mild;
my cheeks are like roses;
my skin—so fair.
i spent a long time there
before i realized: They have no faces,
no bodies, no voices.
i was always alone.
and yet i keep singing:
the words will come
if only i hear.
I believe I wrote "alien" around age 19 as a college freshman or sophomore.
Keywords/Tags: early, juvenilia, juvenile, college, school, child, childhood, class, youth, write, writing, voice,
??Daniel? ?3:3?-?6? ?KJVAAE??
[3] Then the princes, the governors, and captains, the judges, the treasurers, the counselors, the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the provinces, were gathered together unto the dedication of the image that Nebuchadnez´zar the king had set up; and they stood before the image that Nebuchadnez´zar had set up. [4] Then a herald cried aloud, To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages, [5] that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnez´zar the king hath set up: [6] and whoso falleth not down and worshippeth shall the same hour be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.
??Luke? ?9:53?-?56? ?KJVAAE??
[53] And they did not receive him, because his face was as though he would go to Jerusalem. [54] And when his disciples James and John saw this, they said, Lord, wilt thou that we command fire to come down from heaven, and consume them, even as Eli´jah did? [55] But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. [56] For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them. And they went to another village.