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how many of us are afraid to be stuck in the same place?
to feel like you're running a one man relay race
when will the change happen? when will you be able to move on?
how do you find that perfect peace on your life's horizon?
Jesus of Christ simply said, "come unto Me"
submit to Me and I will set your soul free
I will offer you a life changing transformation
I will issue you an invite to receive eternal salvation
I will be the vine with roots anchored deep
you will be My branches to bear fruit oh so sweet
I am the way to having your soul become healed
just treat Me as a partner and not a third wheel
I will reward you if you just seek Me out
I will bless and anoint you with nary a doubt
for with Me each and everything is surely possible
just have belief and true faith in My living gospel
all things will come together and work out in your life
all you have to do is come to Me, the Lord Jesus Christ
It's time that we develop a relationship based on trust
for trust will be the super glue that will keep binding us
come unto the faith and simply trust in Me
and you will find a purpose in life, your true destiny
don't put your trust in the hands of men for men will always fall down
look to Me and My Father and with the Holy Spirit you will be found
as the master is the teacher and the teacher is the servant
acquiesce to My Father's commands and get what you're deserving
for life is a journey that's full of trials and tribulations
submit and commit to God's doctrine, it's a solid foundation
let Me give you the desires that are in your heart
pray to Me daily and meditate on the word of My Father God
I Am your battle fighter, the Prince of Peace and your salvation
your Deliverer, the Messiah, I AM My Father's manifestation
as the road of life can be weary and full of trepidation
come to Me, Jesus Christ and get a life changing invitation
It was another senior high school dance,
and it was you that asked me to go
the graduated senior home on holiday, in the know,
those old memories had made you miss your chance;
but it was me with two left feet
trampling toes on that floor in shame and defeat;
the well-worn gym was decorated for the fall festival
colors of autumn in passing, yellow, orange and brown
and your reputation revived as the old class clown
and I, loving you my high school crush back in town.
The pleated dacron dress was a rounded neckline high
snug on my shoulders glowing with turquoise flowered sighs
that somehow matched your well-pressed suit and tie
as my father frowned seeing your hand upon my thigh;
Mom, however, knew the drill and simply said he should remember
and off we hurried to the dance that late November
what a story we could tell, those days of teenagers ready to rebel,
shortening my skirt as we left the old Chevrolet you loved so swell,
through the doors, we heard the music vibrating in quickened start
and I never once denied you any dance because of my heart.
We would do the twist, the watusi, and the mashed potato
and slow dances seemed so outdated
but with the stroll, I could always catch your eye
and we 'd saunter off together in the Lady's Choice
while you sang to me in a deepened voice
if only time could find its way
to return to those our best glory days
when you and I were young, unafraid and believed we could fly
dancing to the dreams we had back then
let's keep on dancing and believe we can do it all again.
Shake it, shake it, shake it baby.
for Kim Rodriguez's contest
Dance with Me back to the 60s girl.
3/12/20
~I Believe In You Jesus~
(Rhyme)
You know I believe in You my Jesus,my Lord and always will be
You created me and help me every time I'm feeling badly
You heal my weary heart and deliver me of what sin has broken so many times,
And when I accepted Your Salvation You made me see for the first time too!
Now I place my trust primarily in You,God,and agree with You, in all that Your Holy Bible says
You should always come first in everything I say and I do in my daily living
Believing all the way in You my Father God and also in Your son Jesus everyday
Paying attention to what you want me to do while I am here for You waiting
What about you, do you believe in God? Do you believe also in His precious Son?
Perhaps you're feeling deep inside empty overloaded by sin and too many things hidden
But the fact is that you can release it and give it all to Jesus, He'll take care of you
Rend your heart not your clothes, all you have to do is 'believe' and you'll be as new!
Many years before I was 'born again' and someone told me about Jesus, I thought I was okay
But I wasn't really fine I came to found out, I was lost without Jesus, and till I accepted Him I was strayed!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
January.24.2015
Patradoot or The Messenger15 /Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
On your way dear letter, you keep enjoying,
The enchanting wine of nature’s beauty,
Till you reach the holy mother river’s place,
We all know by the name of Triveni*.
Somewhere on your way, you would listen
The enthralling sound of Dholak*,
And at some place, you may see,
A newly wedded bride moving on a Palki*
Ravindra
Kanpur India 6th June 2010 to continue in 16
*Triveni. A place where three river streams meet. Generally used for the city of
Allahabad, where our great holy rivers Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati
used to meet at a point known as Sangam.
* Dholak. It is the Indian hand drum called dholak. It is a very popular folk drum of
northern India.
*Palki. Is a small wooden cabin carriage, which was earlier used for carrying
one or two persons from one place to another. Generally it was used for newly
wedded brides, when she moves from her father's place to her husband's place.
The entire cabin hangs on a long bamboo which is carried by 4 - 6 persons. It is
still used in some villages in many parts of India.
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Patradoot in Hindi written by my father late
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932, when he was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India 's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. After India ’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994.
Raid the phantom zone
Alter eternity
Wavy into the sand blast the visions from constant visionaries
Silver soul and Golden spirit with a educated doom avowed inside the danger zone
Looming end echoes defend the treasured lights
Allocating my bones in the grave I am not destined to stay dead but to rise alive forevermore
Jesus you guide me wisdom is your words
Questions that appear all over the sky people have no answers only more questions
I see your light is an end to my fears
Worry now gone in death I see beyond it
I see new Life in You Jesus I see in You agape Love Yeshua Yahuah I know you are my eternal father
My best friend is My father in heaven who was who is and will always be
Thank you Jesus for creating me and waking me up to you deep within us all as our Holy Spirit code
Your code key to all creation you will return to us all I know this deep down
I know you never left us but are still here this moment and in each of us who exists you are within us all.
You lick your lips;
Cause you in lust;
Will just so happens;
You're not gonna git none of this;
Cause it's just never, never gonna happen;
Cause I'm God's daughter
and I'm already married to the Father;
So if you want me
You'll have to come clean;
For Him my Father to loan me to ya;
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
I'll follow you to the moon, I'll even die for you;
Be in love with you here on earth and in heaven;
But for me to be your wife
You must first save your life and follow Christ;
You kick the bricks
And you insist it's OK, tho! we're not married;
Every one young doing it, only the elderly marry;
There's is no reason to honor me so;
It's ok if we have kids out of wedlock OH!
But no, no, no, no, no,
(WHAT IF THIS WERE TO BE YOUR DAUGTHER )
(WHAT IF IT WERE YOUR MOTHER)
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
Cause I'm God's daughter
and I'm already married to the Father;
So if you want me
You'll have to come clean;
For Him my Father to loan me to ya;
You don't understand;
Takes more than laying down;
if you love me like God's said;
You'd first give me a wedding day;
So I said all this to say that;
if you still think you want me;
You gonna have ta' follow Christ and God;
then if you think you still want me;
You gonna have to wed me
AMEN
08/27/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
From anthology "True Love As Per God"
Water you are crystal clear
And you pour, you're in elucidating body that rises
Onto the shore
And I often wonder, why
You're in all of us
Elemental molecule you reside within us
And water it's you we trust
Your the making of us
Clay I'm so amazed
That you're just dirt
Molecule solid eyes graphic
Gratified bounded and you hurt
Clay I can't wait until the day God removes me then I'll say hallelujah
And all his ways I'm so ever grateful for you Lord today
oh God you are Almighty creator created with your words Heaven on an earth all matter and all being all things
oh God you are
Water why do you bother you submerge surround the rocks up and above and bottom it's Crystal Clear when you're near you make waves like the ocean and I often wonder why you're in US you were here straight from the beginner we were made with God's hands as he planned we created with we were created why him
Clay your solid almost diabolic I touch you
I can feel you're unlike water you are tangible
But both of you are real with water I cannot stand on
But clay you are the ground that I walk on
Molecule solid ice graphic grafted bounded and you hard
Clay I can't wait until the day
God removes me but until then I'll say
Hallelujah and I won't be miscued fooled tricked
I still believe in you you're the rock that I stand on
When you speak you flow Living Waters
Thank you Lord my God my father
the water and the clay
09/05/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
We were cousins and had grown up
Close friends, living not far apart.
When I was nine and he was eight,
(His sister and my brothers were younger)
We were going to get married
Some day and have ten children,
Ten dogs, ten cats, and ten horses.
We played on the park playground
(He broke his arm falling from a swing).
We climbed trees, played card games
And board games and soldiers, and
In summer our mothers and we
Cousins took the long trek by train
And boat to swim at Nantasket Beach
One day my father found a new job,
And we moved away, far from home
As we had always known it.
My cousins also moved away,
To another, farther place, so
For years we saw each other only
On holidays or special occasions.
Although we weren’t strangers,
We were never really that close again.
We grew older, married new sweethearts,
And started families of our own.
Of course we always made promises
On Christmas cards, “We really MUST
Get our families together this year!”
But it seemed only funerals or weddings,
A 90th birthday, or a 50th anniversary
Would find us once again together,
Reminiscing about the “good old days”
When we were all children, and
We were oblivious, and time
Seemed to stretch ahead into infinity.
We have lived nearer to each other
In the last few decades, but days
And years have drifted by. Often we’ve
Put off visiting ’til “tomorrow”.
Now we are grandparents, even great
Grandparents, we and our spouses
Suddenly surprised with health issues.
And so we wake to find tomorrow
Is not always a possible option!
Finally, next week, I WILL travel -
It’s not so far - to visit with my cousin,
His sister passed on, wife in the hospital.
He is not well, and she will not,
He tells me, leave the hospital.
Why, as years go by, do we always
Assume an endless supply of time?
We toss off, “See you next week”,
Or “We’ll get together next summer!”
But can we ever be sure of that?
Forget the excuses! Do it now!
We most regret the things we didn’t do!
CODA
We had finally made new plans to travel,
At last, to see my cousin Don
And, possibly, even his wife, Ginny.
We had bought the ferry tickets.
But the night before, a storm came up
And forced us to cancel our trip.
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Tomorrow I will go to his funeral.
My father painted
western landscapes and bluebonnets
in a manner that can be described as “primitive.”
He painted with his heart to stay sane
in the never-sane world
of the mens’ tubercular sanitarium.
From what little I actually know of him
he was a man of conscience
and strength
and love for his family.
He may have been other things too,
but I can’t possibly know for certain
except from the stories I’ve been told.
In these stories he was almost a saint.
When I was twelve he was sent home to die,
although no one told me.
I remember him lying in bed in our front room.
I touched his puffy leg, leaving a white dimple.
We laughed.
He said we would make plans for time together,
just the family,
when he was better.
One anonymous night
I stayed with my grandmother
for no reason I could figure out,
although I really didn’t give it much thought.
In the darkest part of that night
my mother woke me
to tell me he was dead.
I don’t remember my reaction,
but I don’t think I cried.
Men didn’t do that, you see.
I do remember eating cake after his funeral
at what I recently heard called
a “funeral party.”
I have a way of forgetting painful times.
For a long time after his death
my memory is a blank.
Now, I am a painter.
I don’t paint his landscapes or bluebonnets,
but, like my father,
it brings a breath of sanity to my world,
completing the long-delayed circle of his life.
Dear merciful and gracious God
The Supreme Father of wisdom
The One who provides knowledge and understanding
The guiding light of all creation
Leader, provider, and shepherd of our fathers
I call upon You today in a mighty way
Please shed Your love of intercession on our fathers
Guide their feet while they run this race
Strengthen their hearts as they walk Your way
Cleanse their thoughts as they strive to stay on Your path
Provide them with hope as they learn to pray
Sustain them with Your love from day to day
Touch their total being as the family’s foundation
Show them wisdom to provide wise counsel
Open their hearts to impart Your values and the Gospel
Walk with them and guide their feet around sinking sand
Listen to their pleas all across Your land
Mold them as You are the potter and they are the clay
Teach them how to kneel with children and pray
Talk with them as they would with their child and family
Impart divine wisdom, knowledge, and understanding upon them
Wrap them in Your mercy and surround them with Your glory
These blessings I ask as Your humble servant
In the name of Your begotten son Jesus
The Morning Star of all creation
Singing praises to His name
Henceforth until everlasting
Bless all fathers today and always,
Amen!
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Author’s comments: I thank God for my father, Kenneth Spence, a great father. He was the
kind of person when the dinner table was set you don’t want to be late. His stories were
entertaining and victorious. His instructions were always helpful and meritorious and his
praises uplifting and glorious. May he rest in peace!
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/20/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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