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THERE’S AN ECHO IN MY SOUL
There’s an echo in my soul
I hear the word from the Lord
There’s an echo in my soul
Spoken words coming from God
Oh, and God’s word shall not comeback void
And, God’s word shall always be told
My God’s can’t be kept quiet He’s deep down in our souls
It will accomplish that which has been sent
He shall be heard if we have ears to hear
He will be heaven bound and not hell bent
We shall if we choose be among the revere
Spoken words coming from God
There’s an echo in my soul
I hear the word from the Lord
There’s an echo in my soul
All the promises of God are ye, yea and AMEN
His word, His word His word along is worthy
No other man nor creature on this earth can be liken Him
He is the creator of all and all He’s created
And His words shall not fail
And His words shall not fall
Theirs is no other god save the ALL I AM
Jehovah Father no name is THE WORD
THE WORD IS GOD, and GOD you are the WORD
You shall not come back to me void
There’s an echo in my soul
And within you I’m complete and whole
Because you a the echo in my soul
5/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Somethings are like a miracles
Somethings are likening dreams
And when you awaken
Does it seem
It does not seem
Some can not see the flowers for the trees
Some may see the little frogs within the leaves
But can others see the Christ in you, in me, in deed
Can they see the Christ in you and me. . .
Somethings are like, are like are like that
somethings are like, are like are like are like that
And what of it, what of this do you wanna quit
Stand up and grit, your teeth don't spit
Don't git sick the only requirement is you fall on your knees and pray. . .
Somethings are like a miracles
Somethings are likening dreams
And when you awaken
Does it seem
It does not seem
Somethings are miracles
Somethings are liken a dream from above
Somethings are love, just love
And when your awaken it doesn't seem
To be real it's more than a feeling
Somethings are miracles
Somethings are liken a dream from above
Somethings are love, just love
And when your awaken it doesn't seem
Somethings are like, are like are like that
somethings are like, are like are like are like that
And what of it, what of this do you wanna quit
Stand up and grit, your teeth don't spit
Don't git sick the only requirement is you fall on your knees and pray. . .
Some things are like that
Some things, somethings, somethings
Some things are Like that
03/27/07
Just a day before this dotting
I woke up anew, fagged
Unto the toilet I beckoned
One, two, three, four, . . .times
Flaccidity ran all over me
I could not stand nor sit down
On my Mama’s footstool
For I was foot-billing a stool
Chewing and gassing out odour
Liken to that of nothing
But a dead vulture in a Hades
My eyeballs ran backward
Deep inside my ringing Golgotha
I assume a skeletal posture
Whose weight is zero square
My path and bearing
Became that of Mr. Air
My belly heavy and aching
Appetite disappears off me
Foods became my brief foe
I groin only in pains of constipation
It confined me to fasting without prayers
Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness
I kowtow to the rhythm of
Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy
I was in an unnamed planet
Does belly ache kills? Many wondered
I woke up unto hunger monger
But I was scared again to conquer hunger
For here leads my maw cupidity
I would have cross to the yonder beyond
Learning not to chew beyond my belly.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
4th, November, 2005
11.00am
Form:
Alisson
As I swear always, my Alisson
Dear sweet, sweet Alisson
I shall always love you, my dear Shhh! Please listen;
My dearest lovingly sweet Alisson;
your green hair, a passion through foggy nothingness:
Laid back liken a leave on the lawn from a tree you lay down;
Connected, connected, to never be deceived;
Dear sweet, sweet Alisson
You’re as calmly and sweet as a cool eve summer breeze;
Forever, you’re my always my sweet Alisson
Ode to sweet Alisson
I promise we will be
In a shared love with you my arms
Dear sweet, sweet Alisson
I share with you my pulse, it’s in you I have my breath
You move my heart, you open mine eyes
you carry my pulse, you keep me alive
Forever, you’re my always my sweet Alisson
7/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
I am an investment so pick your stock wisely
I am a high commodity so this could get pricey
Each share that I hold has it's own value
Whether the market is up or down I keep my statue
My assets are great in numbers and deeds
The price to earning ratio is at it's peek
My bonds are valued more than gold
My APR is at it's all time low
THIS currency was made to flow
My trading pool sets the tone
For what is new and what must go
The direction I seek must be plain
401K and IRA is not my nest egg
God is my financial advisor, portfolio manager broker
Whatever you want to call him he will be
It took a lot of work and molding to get me
Just know that I am a token; his prize
He has taken a true liken to me
So when you step be on your game
He has all claims to my fame
My rights have been bought
So don't be surprised
Cause he is very protective of whats inside
Form:
Following the heart of my Father
Knowingly secured
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
His so Breath kiss my lungs I feel His embrace
Unlimited
Peaceful, intimate soul secure;
I love Him my Father;
The creator, Elohim, my Daddy
Abba, Father
Timeless now alive
My ALL ABBA FATHER GOD
The follower of my heart and soul
The reason why I’m here
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
Knowingly secured
Following the heart of my Father
12/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
from anthology "COGNISANT"
She
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out.
No wonder the young women love you!
Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Friends
We rejoice and delight in you;
we will praise your love more than wine.
She
How right they are to adore you!
Dark am I, yet lovely,
daughters of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Kedar,
like the tent curtains of Solomon.
Do not stare at me because I am dark,
because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
and made me take care of the vineyards;
my own vineyard I had to neglect.
Tell me, you whom I love,
where you graze your flock
and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman
beside the flocks of your friends?
Friends
If you do not know, most beautiful of women,
follow the tracks of the sheep
and graze your young goats
by the tents of the shepherds.
He
I liken you, my darling, to a mare
among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
We will make you earrings of gold,
studded with silver.
She
While the king was at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
resting between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
from the vineyards of En Gedi.
He
How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.
She
How handsome you are, my beloved!
Oh, how charming!
And our bed is verdant.
He
The beams of our house are cedars;
our rafters are firs.
I am just a filthy dirty human made of dust
Dirt formed as clay made by the hands of God
The only good thing in me is GOD spirit that dwelling in me
How can it be that I have intellect, blood flowing through vessels
And a brain the disciples like a computer I don't understand
Sin is a choice it's a nature that is embraced and covenanted
By man's desire to be of pride and be a lair
How could I have embraced such a thing for my great-great-great-great-grandfather Adam Caused the downfall he brought in this thing called sin through wretched disobedience
Then a compromise then he tried to turn it all around by blaming it on God
Mankind stinks this also includes women kind not as only by the nature of sin that we dwell
It's by this through disobedience that makes us stinks and smell
We stink and surely hurt the nostrils of God
Being with that said that a second Adam had to be created
Brought down to earth to be reinstated
And now through all the chasms He chose to save us
A filthy rag
But I am so glad
That He was on the right hand of the Father
And H e said let me go down to save your children
Save their souls
Let me go Father I go, I'll be liken a clean perfumed the aerosol can
Send me Father prepare for me a body
That I may redeemed them
Though I smell of rotten stinking flesh
So I may dry up and nothing but Dry Bones
Will be left once my spirit soul is separated from my body by death
I will be United with my holy Daddy, Father God in heaven
Where I will be brand new spiritually no more odor, no more decay
Mans no more dust for his God
So in the spiritual realm with Him while we continue to live in Trust
No more lies and mistrusts, stink and disgust
Amen
Humanity those things that you've done to me
My heart says no, my soul says it's not so
No, this couldn't be
Those feelings of emotions that erupt
Is more than just a gallon just little over half a cup
And all the sins that you have done (I have done, we have done)
Remember you're not the only one
God has said enough
And when the time is true
He"all say in His hearts of hearts He loves even you, even I
And who are we to throw stones
For most sins we share we are not alone
For God has said...I must be forgiving
This is a plea for all who are living
And keep on living
For the negative you choose
He said I must be there for you
And all the evil that you speak
I must yet shall I, I will turn the other cheek
God has said enough
To be liken to Him for I,
For we must drink of this bitter cup
And when the time is true that I must love you
God says to the saved and the lost once again
What a friend we have in Him
And when the time is true...
Only then this is when
When the time is true
This is when... That is when
That I must love you
(ref:St. Luke 5)
Your love is likening a bed, at home;
With four posts as legs represents the world you see;
And the sheets on top are the skies, (blue skies)
God you are the bed I want to lie in;
Covering my lot, filed with trues;
Your the blanket that keeps me warm;
As the comforter
You keep me secure
And the blanket keeps me worm as the comforter releases its own;
From the sun to the vast reaches of space;
God you're the bed I want to lie in;
Because you keep me from danger and all harm;
In my lot, filled with the trues;
And I don't want you to stop;
No, NO, No;
Your love is liken a bed at my home;
You keep me rested safe and warm;
Father, God you are the bed I want to lie in;
And the blanket keeps me warm as the comforter releases its own
From the sun to the vast reaches of space;
Your like a small plate a springtime, breakfast with bacon and eggs;
God you're the bed, the bed I want to lie in;
So that you can keep me warm;
Lay down my burdens;
I lay down my troubles now;
I rest here and I am no longer tired now;
Your love is liken a bed at my home;
You keep me safe and rested and warm;
I just want to be blessed and received;
God you are the bed I want to lie in;
written by James Edward Lee Sr. Aug 10 2011
taken From my anthology " The Writings On the Wall" 2011(c)