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The purity
The insecurity
Out of obscurity
My God has set me free
All of my wishes
Met, all my dreams are told
I am forever blessed
This is my forever blessed
This is my forever tale
I thankful I thank you Lord
For out of obscurity
The Lord Jesus has set me free
And I am now able to be
All I can be
For now I am free
the purity
the insecurity
Out of obscurity
A major moral majority
My God has set me free
All of my wishes
Met, all my dreams are told
I am forever, forever blessed
This is my forever tale
For out of obscurity
The Lord Jesus has set me free
And I am now able to be
All I can be
For now I am free
Out of
Out of obscurity
10/30/13
Based off of Isaiah 29:18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
I watched him fly a kite.
Dipping, diving turning, swirling
And when it soared, I saw his face,
Filling with delight!
He spent his afternoons flying
His evenings fixing.
Battered, broken and torn
From trees and wash lines he had worn.
Next day back again
Messing with its tail this time, to help it climb.
It did. Over trees, above the roof
The lone red kite remained aloof, quite awhile.
Man, you should have seen his smile.
An ear-to-ear, wide-mouthed grin,
So huge it overwhelmed his chin.
Eyes that sparkled like diamonds,
But, diamonds are forever and
He didn’t come today and won’t return
Tomorrow. There's gossip in the marketplace
Of his mother’s sorrow.
Captain of the flagship, Pirate of the sky.
A playful child, far too young to die.
He and his kite dared any feat,
Would not from even birds retreat.
He sailed his kite up to the sun,
Just him and Jesus having fun.
Fishing for a breeze to soar on,
Finding currents they might get tore on.
Young and Brave and unafraid of space,
He always found his “shadow”,
Fix a broken bone, mend each wing in place,
Such concentrated joy upon his face.
They won’t be flying any more.
Kites from five and ten cent store.
And Pilots! What a thing most rare.
I doubt I’ll ever see another,
Great as that one there.
Yes, he was good.
Anything you told him to, he would.
With a smile and a ma’am or sir.
Now I sit beside my window
Waiting for a breeze to stir.
Thinking of a boy with kite,
Thinking, what a lovely sight!
So proud, so young and so defiant.
Used to take that kite and fly it
Where no other one would dare
Adventures he and I would share.
Weaving round the power lines
Near windows, over pines.
A master craftsman at his trade.
No one could match the way he played.
Oh what things he could achieve.
And now I sit alone and grieve.
A young boy died, as dreams and dreamers do;
left behind this memory, a moment, maybe two.
Shadow kites come my way, no more.
My little Captain, too soon called to shore.
November is great without doubt
blest by God around goodness route
pouring down His provisions’ flow
to enable thanksgiving glow…
revealing joyous praise-filled heart
sufficed along contentment cart.
Vanquishing despondency pout
brought by dearth, marked with crisis’ shout
November rainy days bestow
sure bounty harvest in a row
while prayer upon faith's rampart
ascends to heaven through grace start.
Serenity exuding out
triumphant midst pandemic bout
November winds waft hope's full blow
in our land of no Fall and snow
supplies* abounding a la carte
shield us from attacking lack’s dart.
*Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
November 5, 2020
1st place, "Lay November" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 12/2/2020.
I watch the tumbling waters
and ever present ocean spray
upon the land sons and daughters
lift their hands in praise to pray
The earth is once again renewed
all things that harm are gone
all those who walk in Love conclude
they are where they all belong
In the zenith of the day
with skill their talents seek
gifts in men do show the way
the inheritance of the meek
The earth it’s riches freely gives
and the wolves dwell with the sheep
together calves and lion lives
no violence shall living keep
Gods love the face of nature shape
within exists no breathing thing to fear
those who do Gods war escape
will no more be shedding tear
A thousand years will Jesus reign
before Lucifer is released
imprisoned was he in Jah’s chain
for the keeping of the peace
And lead he will the final war
along with those deceived
from fire of God he’ll exist no more
and those who him believed
What is truth to finite man
who know within short time to stand
all know they live within the fall
and eternity imprinted upon us all
A child shall die an hundred years old
and the sinner will not escape
as all mankind is now God’s fold
and our choice will our future shape
sources Isaiah 11 & 65 Revelation 20
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad.
The lady, a known, would-be terrorist, had been blowing up paper bags all over town, was arrested, and they were going to arrest me too since supplied the paper bag; I was a tourist, and the police, let me go with a warning.
Deep in the park, I found a cave walked in and saw baby Jesus inside a small aquarium; he appeared like a dead angel as painted by Caravaggio; Jesus opened his eyes, smiled like a street urchin selling himself to paederasts, and began masturbating, chocked I took a step back and collided with two nuns who laughed hysterically.
Escaped and found a cellar bar drank ouzo served by a woman who looked like a horse; she was
a pony that had escaped from a Swedish circus.
We hit it off. I have always been fond of horses since an Indian chief in Alice Walker’s poem. I have forgotten the title of, who says horses make the landscape more beautiful. Midnight, she shut her bar, and bareback, we rode through Athens mysterious night.
Jesus...He waits patiently, because He Loves us! Amen.
Shall we go on?
...came…His…tender inquiry
She didn’t answer...intent on remaining
in the shadowed dregs of her brokenness
And He allowed her to do so…
because He loved her…
and understood
So, He waited…
while she bewailed the unfairness of the times,
the cruelty of acts oppressive, the heaviness...
of it all! …He waited…as
She delved further into her complaints…even…
pointing a finger at Him…yet, He waited…
and never…
not for a moment…did He leave her side
Then, somewhere, in the interim’s timelessness
her angst and sobs subsided…
She lifted her eyes, acknowledged His Presence
and reached…
for His outstretched Hand
From Him…flowed…renewed Faith and Strength
…she smiled…
And…They Went On
Through blessed eleven
The chance to have shown
True love now known
Rising we capture
Our life adventure
Going the distance
God angels held persistence
Bravery amongst men
You stood and defend
Purity of key has forgiven
Love was given
Prayers in private
Held by summit
Our passion through heart held us together
We will never be broken by another
You are like a kiss by the moon
Who speaks through the room
May it be written
The Lord Jesus has risen
Loving one another
God success is forever
There to catch thee
Through the faith that kept me
Hearts of gold
Priceless foretold
This treasure we hold
Who created all this?
Who created the world and universal bliss?
I know do you
Do you know Him True?
Father God
Who died for all our sins?
Whose plan saves mankind?
I know do you
Do you know Him?
He redeems me out of my mess;
Who is this, you ask?
Jesus
My Lord, My God
Savior and Lord
My Lord, My God
Creator of all
Who is the bridegroom?
Father God
Who is the redeemer?
Jesus
My God is yours
God you are mine
Halleluiah
6/27/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive
us our sins, and to cleanse us of all unrighteouness."
1 John 1.9 King James Version
if I confess my sins to God he will heal me
but my confession must be sincerely said
and I must repent with my heart and soul
then, God will heal me and will cleanse me
I believe in God, the Father Almighty
he will remove the stain of sin from my soul
if I hold my sins and do not confess I am alone
separate from God and I will be spiritually dead
and after death paradise will never be mine
I believe in God the creator of Heaven and earth
I want a relationship with God with no barriers
and by accepting his mercy and forgiveness
I can unburden my soul and release the pain
and God values even those who have no faith
I believe also in God's only son, Jesus Christ
all he asks is for me to be responsible for my sins
show my regret and remorse with sincerity
resolve to never repeat and repent and believe
and he will remove the stain of sins from your soul
_______________________
January 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/unwavering faith
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1423-438-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Repent and Believe
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 01/30/2022