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clearly hard being different
will take a strong flexible spine
despite how inconsiderate
must obey each and every sign
not so easy being odd
physically out of tune
spat on with words from god
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
by prigs and blissful ignorance
all must be tight aligned
to others’ selfish interests
don't step out of line
for they are ever watching
hate is not benign
your hang rope could be notching
the masses won't be swayed
left with little choice
traditions must be obeyed
don't dare raise your voice
operate on the down low
hide true feelings deep inside
let very few people know
normal's so hard to abide
clearly hard being different
despite how inconsiderate
physically out of tune
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
all must be tight aligned
don't step out of line
hate is not benign
the masses won't be swayed
traditions must be obeyed
hide those true feelings held inside
acting normal’s hard to abide
November 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 3-4
Key Verse – John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR LOVING US
Praise be to God for loving us amidst our:
Misery because of His mercy
Misfits through His molding
Misfortune with His magnanimity
Misperception upon His merit
Mismanagement due to His might
Misunderstanding by His mentoring
Mischief along His maneuvering
Misbehaviour by His mortification
Misdemeanor with His magnificence
Misconception because of His message
Misconduct through His monitoring
Misgiving along His ministering
John 4:10 Praise be to the Lord for
answering us with His truth while:
Nurturing our faith
Nursing our frustration
Negating our faithlessness
Nourishing our freedom’s fruitfulness
Negotiating our fears by His faithfulness
John 4:26 Praise be to the Saviour
for revealing Himself to us, so we can:
Operate on blessed opportunities
Optimize obedience beyond obstacles
Open ourselves for bestowed outreaches
Observe occupation with Biblical obligations
Offer without omission along His beneficial orders. Amen!
November 4, 2024
Oracles of God
whoever serves a reason
rise on
God says it's I it's
I who weighs the heart
don't look upon a man
who's foolish who lies
who has nothing but tears
in his eyes
withdrawn regret no empathy
does he felt he feels he felt
unto you unto him behold
we know not this does not
he knew mankind who knows
that his heart is cold it's hard
and wicked and only
only God's hands can soften
removed reshaping a sinful figure
only He can fix it not worthy yet
worthy so my soul is
when it's his it's time to go
oracles of God whoever serves
arise rise on rise captivating embrace me
operate on me oh, God take out my stony heart
smooth and smash it squeeze it shape it molded tease it
make it whole soften it soften it up again
if I say behold
I did not know
this do I who weigh the heart and thus God
Our Father who keeps watch over us
Our souls know it yes
even we are talks and by my action he's not ready but yet
he's ready to repay, repay me according to my works
in my dismay oracles of God
whoever serves arise arise God says -
it's I it's I who weighs the heart
7/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Alive to the beat of the quickening
And the tryst dripping from the soiled curb between
The lengths at which my mind wanders
I feel the sewer rampaging beneath my vapid feet
Like the fat of crispy bacon sizzle up in a frying pan
Excluding me from calling you
So much so
I know not which direction
Or path to take
To rescue Love
I want to go home
But not to a lonely bed
So tread the streets of woe instead
I must
Like taught kite strings
Remotely controlled
Operate on violent wings
I know not which way the currents blast my mast towards
No cure for stupidity or infidelities
Waste not want not
A silicon tear
On reckless abandonment in matters concerned love
Rather let it be the yardstick upon which to measure
The amount of pieces a broken heart can be shattered into
Chasing guilty selfish pleasures
When caring dissapates
Salve for the soul in healing sound
Rhythms balm spreads in division
Lifts the hour high
Explodes the troubled mind to calm
Birds Interpret song on wild notes
Orchestrations with crescendos fly
Rise with symphonic melted hearts
Murmuring violins, strings together, meld
Overtures dawn with the song respond
Repeating every measure operatic
Movements operate on scores created
On levels not recorded simply on their merit
Far from civilization primal saxophones blast
Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants
Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate
Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax
Falling rain that drops one note away
Stay up any way
Try not to reason with the rain
On pastures pure meandering
Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead
Bring them back to life with melodies
Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds
Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat
Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony
Grow closer to an open concert stage
Quiver for an instant explanation
One that never came
Nearer than you will ever be
To solid ground in symphony
Feel a mystery evolve unsolved
Far from the here and now
There is something in the air not there, perhaps salvation
Far from the common cold, almost a religion, not quite a song
In musics realm, tilted towards the left, the brass section
Trombones for sure to settle the final score finale
I was raised in a normal View
In a setting transgressions use
Ordinances sacrifice I one day found Christ Jesus
Right doesn't always mean righteousness and Consciousness doesn't always means awareness
Looking through physical teared fear heart cries Misunderstandings rebuke lies
Where is my salvation soul cries
Hope ever so up and then where is my salvation
Trusting receiving believing seeing
am I a Prodigal son
And within Him where do I belong
I went away for a season
Without a valid reason
Now I've turned around I've gone home
For it's only in him my Redemption
Lord I'm coming back home
I'm so sorry that I roamed
Been breathing hard, instead of soft
You've been showing me the way
But yet I went lost
Yet I still I'm looking still
You're walking with me
Yet I'm standing still
I see what I see through my mine physical mine
Help Me Father see through my spiritual eyes
Yet I spiritually blinded
Father operate on me Steady My Hands Quicken me
I'm back home no longer stranded
Quicken me Guide Me renew my mind grant me
a little more time give me more of you
This is beyond personable
In your truth redeem the time
Help me find my Righteous Mind
I am the prodigal
And it's within you where I belong
I went away for a season seize for no valid reason
No I've turned around and came back home
Daddy I am HOME
11/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o22 (c)
When a surgeon had to operate on a man, she was pissed.
She botched the operation because the patient was sexist.
She learned he was sexist and botched the operation so that he would die.
She bragged about it to her friends, it was something that she did not deny.
But she didn't expect one of her friends to turn her in.
Now she's rotting in prison, she's no longer a surgeon.
She doesn't even realize she did wrong, she thought she had the right to kill.
A surgeon is never supposed to take a life, it's a surgeon's duty to try to heal.
She thinks her patient was scum but he was a better person than her.
At least he didn't kill another human being, he was not a murderer.
See firstly it concerns eyesight
How people see things
But why does it get used for their opinions
See if a doctor tried to operate on onion
Would it be an op onion
I never gave a hoot
about any others opinion on me
or cared what they thunk
Second lay my hat atop my home
I never class myself as I
Well a. pa. rt from there
because there has always been more than one
in hear
Here me well do donut care howl ewe spell
Witch words u ewes
Just a con missing it’s fuse
Would a sequence of con have any consequence
Out to play
I beckon to one of my trio of shadows
Only I (okay and there) see in
Side to side
like a stutttering slitthering sssnake
okay hands up all who made the hissss
Here take a nrut
Knot the usual
Paid the rent for the differ
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