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am low down in a ditch;
I am slow and poor longing not to be rich;
Juz want somethings, a little shelter, little food
To be out of the elements rain and cold
I wanna just get it
I wanna be hitched
To the one whose whose not false
I wanna be married to a living God
Want Him to be my bridegroom
And I’ll be His bride on this side
I wanna be with a God whom feeds the robins and sparrows
Wanna be wit a God whom supplies ALL my needs
And some of my wants to I would so receive
Be wit a God whom picks me up from out of the muck and mire
the matter of fact
He is the matter that
Created me out of miry muck and clay
Molded me breath His breath in me
then sent me out on my way
this be my SENTIMENTS TESTIMONY
Hallelujah
My God today
1/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
When I'm down in the dumps
And up against a wall
Oh God, from afar hear,
To Thee, draw me near!
When I'm in low spirits
Running high and dry
Oh God, Look down on me,
Lift me up to Thee!
When things get out of hand
And I'm shot in the legs
Oh God, take control,
Let me Thy name extol!
When I'm too close to tears
Beyond any comfort
Oh God, hear my cry,
On Thee, do I rely!
When I step into a miry path
And out of Your chosen way
Oh God, shine Thy light,
Give me Thy foresight!
When temptations make me fall
And unto Thee I call,
Oh God, have mercy on me,
And wash my sins off me!
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17.11.16
For your question that seeks my honesty
On "Who do you think you are?" with poetry's beauty
Here am I revealing my identity
Along my spiritual bio-data filled by God's bounty...
I’m God’s blessed workmanship settled in His plan;
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
I’m God’s adopted child according to His design;
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to fulfill His will, never to resign.
I’m God’s redeemed property seen as His project
He saved me from sin’s eternal defect
To transform me as my way He does direct
And leads me to His grace I can’t reject.
I’m God’s privileged steward by His divine material
He quickened my soul to be heaven-bound and celestial
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
I’m God’s on-the job trainee crafted thru His tools daily
He imputed to me His righteousness truly
To enable me to strive to be holy
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
I’m God’s called servant molded toward His perfection
He took me out me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
I’m God’s upheld missionary strengthened by His faithfulness
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with joyfulness.
*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am...
August 22, 2018
3rd place, "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged on 8/27/2018
We worship God* scripturally based on His plan
Being His creation in His foreknowledge before the world began
Verily belonging to His royal, peculiar clan
And bearing His glorious name in the best way we can.
We worship God according to His design
Being His children with imparted nature that’s divine
Verily fulfilling tasks He did assign
And doing His will, never to resign.
We worship God anchored by His Word that’s perfect
Being His cleansed people He saved from sin’s eternal defect
Verily walking along His path, surely direct
And following His leading through His Word we can’t reject.
We worship God while enjoying His fellowship
Being His chosen to delight in His workmanship
Verily seeking His favour on the altar of prayer-partnership
And becoming fruitful along faithful stewardship.
We worship God in our personal devotion daily
Being His cared-for saints imputed with Christ’s righteousness truly
Verily persevering to be holy by His power sincerely
And walking humbly in the Spirit earnestly.
We worship God with heart of thankful appreciation
Being His called believers purged from the miry clay of corruption
Verily fulfilling His entrusted ministry-function
And shining as vessels of honour for His exaltation.
We worship God, praising Him for His goodness
Being His claimants of His promised blessing-bountifulness
Verily serving Him well against selfishness
And glorifying His name with joyfulness marked by obedient willingness.
*John 4:24 God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.
April 17, 2020
I’ve come to the place where I can see the bigger picture and can truly say; My Journey? God allowed it! I would not be heaven-bound Today if...He hadn’t allowed...the roads that I took Yesterday. It really is that simple. You see, God waited (Isa 30:18) for me a long time, and now I’m totally grateful and so aware; our present relationship did not at all depend on me, it was He…Who First Loved me! Pressing-on…
I’m so past the faulting and denying
so over… pointing fingers of blame
I’m making my way to my eternal home
but not without some trials and pain
And I don’t care anymore who’s right…or wrong…
I’ve no interest in whether they ...pay
who really cares if they say ...sorry?
for, revenge got lost…in heaven’s overlay
I mean, really…
there have been times when I’ve gone…there…
to that miry and profuse place…
of loathing and despair
There have been times
when life handed me some things
that brought me to my knees…
where to me ‘holiness’ was a joker’s sting
So…yes, decisions I have made
haven’t always been for the right reasons…
thereby I and others were grievously affected
as I willingly wallowed in those dark seasons
However, of this I can attest…
when my filthiness was scorned…
with the odor of my carnality pervading…
and my self-worth scattered and torn…?
When my very presence was detested
and every step I took…was to some a liability?
when I didn’t even…try…to do better
with my selfishness…a gross reality…?
When I wore my sexuality like a badge
and I was desired…only…for that…?
when, over time, none wanted me…for anything…
but turned….and gave me their back…?
There was…One…who reached out a hand to me
who came declaring His Love…without a condition…
who embraced…all…that I was not, then waited years…
to hear…my words…of an honest contrition
So, why do I Love Jesus… like I do?
Why do I flaunt His Salvation, yes...fanatically?
Why will I never turn from following Him?
Because He was that…One…Who First Loved me!
Rom 5:6-8, 1Jhn 4:19
copyright;jmsbell/1/5/2021
I was in the valley
And the walls covered me
But God game along He was is my mountain mover
O'
Aint no
Reason for me to climb
Cause my God, my God makin them mountains anthills
yeah!
Yea a huh Oh, yeah
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well, well, well
I was IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters but now, now, now, I'VE RISEN-
I was in the muddly waters laying in my sins
Looked up saw Jesus
He said get on up out of the muck
And miry
Your legs not broken, not broke get up
Get up and walk
I was in the valley
And the walls covered me
But God game along He was is my mountain mover
O'
Aint no
Reason for me to climb
Cause my God, my God makin them mountains anthills
yeah!
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well, well, well
I was IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters but now, now, now, I'VE RISEN-
Yea a huh Oh, yeah
O'
Aint no
Reason for me to cry
Cause my God, my God makin them mountains anthills
yeah!
And I'm not going to die
I've forgiven going to fly, fly, fly
To receive my God and Jesus in the sky, sky sky
Yea a huh Oh, yeah
And I'm not going to die
I've forgiven going to fly, fly, fly.
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well
IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters I'VE RISEN-
well, well, well
I was IN THE VALLEY IN THE MUDDY Waters but now, now, now, I'VE RISEN-
Yeah!
And I'm not gonna die
I've forgiven going to fly, fly, fly
To receive my God and Jesus in the sky, sky sky
Yea a huh Oh, yeah
And I'm not going to die
I've forgiven going to fly, fly, fly.
6/22/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From Anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
The storm came suddenly out of no where
We did not hear the tornado warning blare
Black skies wind roaring torrential rain
When it was over nothing will ever be the same
All we knew and loved a thing of the past
Some of us sensed it coming, but not that fast
Life took a sharp turn that was not right
I am sad and angry God, am I cut off from your light
Why did this happen sending clouds so black
Was it my fault, her fault, his fault something we lack
We loved you served you, God why oh why
Some of us so angry, can't even cry
Answer me quickly Lord, my spirit fails
Don't hide your face, ignore our wails
Rescue us take the anger sorrow from our heart
We trust you, what do we do to even start
The Lord heard our anguish and felt our pain
For those of us who waited patiently calling Jesus name
The Lord was our lamp, turned the dark clouds into light
No it did not happen quickly overnight
He set our feet on a rock, freed us from the miry pit of pain
Loved us, removed the anguish and anger, even if we were to blame
Jesus warns us in this world we will have trouble and sorrows
Take heart rejoice, Jesus overcame death
Leaving us peace hope through all our tomorrows
Cast your need of love, care, anxiety, worries
To God's mighty hand
He will answer it at the right time lift you from the miry pit
On a rock you will stand
Fear not the storm that comes suddenly out of the blue
God will come to heal your pain, your anger
He has wonderful plans for you
Precious is my life, authored by God based on His sovereign plan…
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
So precious is my life wrought by God according to His grand design…
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to do His great will, never to resign.
Very precious is my life cared by God as His divine project…
He loved me, saving me from sin’s gruesome defect
To be transformed as my way He does direct
And leads me toward heavenly pursuits by His grace I can’t reject.
Truly, precious is my life valued by God beyond the ephemeral…
He sacrificed Himself for me, quickening my soul, making me spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
Blessed is my precious life since God crafts it thru His magnificent tools daily…
He imputed to me His righteousness so I can be holy
To enable me to comply to His Word obediently
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
My precious life is God’s masterpiece molded toward His perfection…
He took me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
Indeed, precious is my life*, constantly refined by God along His faithfulness…
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with service-joyfulness.
*Psalm 64:1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
October 12, 2018
2nd place, "HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS"
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/15/2018.
I’m God’s workmanship* settled in His plan
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
I’m God’s creation according to His design
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to fulfill His will, never to resign.
I’m God’s vessel which is His gracious project
He saved me from sin’s eternal defect
To transform me as my way He does direct
And leads me to His mercy I can’t reject.
I’m God’s student learning from His divine material
He quickened my soul, making me spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
I’m God’s follower crafted through His tools daily
He imputed to me His righteousness truly
To enable me to strive to be holy
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
I’m God’s steward refined along His faithfulness
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with joyfulness.
I’m God’s masterpiece molded toward His perfection
He took me out me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
April 12, 2018
Edited on January 8, 2022
1st place, "Who Am I" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/14/2022.
Featured as one among "Poem of the Week" on May 29-June 2, 2022.
Silt smears into a slow ebbing sea.
A sewage of disabled flesh leaks,
as a slurry of dissolution circles listlessly
until it drowns.
There is a tide, but its fed by breathing tubes
from an unwashed sky.
Bare feet trudge a listless surf,
a greasy sand cakes and clings.
Is this a picture of the crumbling edge
of a dark day or a snapshot of departure?
Camp pots and shredded shelters
wallow now in a miry amnesia.
Some took pictures, of a daylight
Leaking into the plastic hearses
of empty bottles.
After an end that never ends,
atomic waste not nor wants not,
it fertilizes the hunting grounds
of carnivorous moths.
The world keeps wearing its clothes
even though there is less of everything
and more holes.