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'Twas the night before Christmas and I was still shopping
when I would much rather have been bar to bar hopping.
I juggled bags of presents that cost far too much dough.
The sidewalks were crowded and then it started to snow!
I scowled at a chubby fake Santa who kept ringing a bell.
'Twas another Christmas Eve straight from the annals of Hell.
I stopped for a coffee at Starbucks and got a leaky cup.
I've had just about enough of this mayhem. I'm fed up!
But I couldn't go home, not yet. I had more gifts to buy.
A guy bumped into me. My patience was in short supply,
so, I pushed him back and ducked inside a jewelry store.
He came after me with clenched fists, and ready for war!
A security guard leaped into action and threw him out
I stayed put for a while because I knew without a doubt
that man was waiting outside, and I wasn't ready to die.
I sang, "Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry..."
Since trapped for a while, I thought I'd get my wife a ring.
Emeralds or sapphires would do. She'd like a little bling.
The price was exorbitant, but I wasn't ready to leave.
How much worse could things get on this Christmas Eve?
A question I should've never asked, and I'll tell you why...
There's no Moana Dolls anywhere for my daughter. Sigh.
Santa was coming to town but beneath our tinseled tree
my kid would cry out, "Santa didn't leave Moana for me."
"Sorry," the saleslady said, "I'm afraid I sold the last one."
Tis the season to be jolly, but I'll be glad when it's done.
What's a dad to tell his kid about the flaw in Santa Claus?
I bought her a little puppy and named him Santa paws.
I walked down a slippery street with a dog on a leash.
What a sight I must've been; a grown man crying, 'SHEESH!'
But I was headed home and in need of a shot of whiskey
because Santa Paws was beginning to get a bit too frisky.
'Twas a wretched night before Christmas I'll never forget.
I waited too long to shop and paid the price with regret.
Santa's elves make his toys and reindeer pull his sleigh,
but next year I'll be doing my Christmas shopping on Ebay!
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LORD JESUS MULTIPLY THE BREAD AND FISH
Got a million places to be
And thousand people to see
God I need you to, just to be you
Got just a loaf of bread
This is what the people need (more food)
Gonna pray so you’ll multiply it
And feed thousands, so many people in hunger
This gonna do it all in God’s name
In Jesus name gonna feed the tens of thousands
This gonna do with just a loaf of bread
My one prayer, no not just a wish
Lord Jesus multiply the bread and fish
My prayer Lord, not my wish… is
Is to multiply the bread and fish
This prayer to the Father
Gonna save all our problems
In Jesus, Jesus name
Cause in man I’m bond not free
In man I am a slave don’t wanna be
In God fill in awe for I owe Him all and everything
But Christ paid the price
Died for my sins now I’m found not lost
Filled me, fed me, held me, lead me
A God he whom provides all my needs
In prayer I’d need be on my knees
Every so thank full that He saved me
No longer hungry I’m with bread, fish and love
Father I thank you for feeding me so
03/27/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2014
In ancient land,
—A realm of kings and queens,
A tale of courage, sacrifice, and love, unfolds unseen.
A noble hunter,
—Moremi, with heart of lion’s might,
Became the cherished queen of Oduduwa’s ancient light.
The kingdom thrived
—In commerce, wealth, and sacred power,
But shadows crept from darkened woods, in haunting hour.
The Ugbo hordes,
—With raffia guise, brought terror to the fray,
And women, children, borne away, in night, by fear were swayed.
A desperate plea,
—A mother's heart, to save her cherished land,
To river goddess, wise and old, Moremi did command:
"Great spirit!
Hear my humble cry!
I vow to pay the cost!
If by your hand, my people's fate, from doom, is not yet lost."
A plan was forged,
—A daring scheme, to free the stolen kin,
The queen, in beauty, as a lure, her freedom to rescind.
Within the Ugbo king's dark realm,
—She learned their secret ways,
A wary smile, a whispered oath, for freedom's dawning days.
Her essence strong, her courage true,
—She made her daring flight,
Back to her love, her cherished home, to face the coming fight.
With wisdom gleaned,
—And heart of fire, she armed her faithful kin,
To face the Ugbo hosts in battle, a victory to win.
The kingdom's wrath,
—Like storm released, did vanquish cruel Ugbo raid,
And in the aftermath of strife, a people stood, remade.
A nation forged in Moremi's flame,
—Her love and sacrifice,
An epic tale of ancient days, where honour paid the price.
Yet, fate's cruel hand still lingered near,
—A debt yet left to claim,
For in the halls of ancient gods, great vows remain the same.
To Esimirin's flowing depths,
—The queen did journey forth,
A mother's tears, a broken heart, the cost of love, and worth.
Her son, her only cherished child,
—The spirit's price, now due,
A sacrifice, in times of old, as gods and mortals drew.
Moremi's song of courage,
—Love, and tears for love foresworn,
Echoes through the ages past, a tale of Yoruba born.
In halls of legend,
—Where heroes dwell, and tales of valour shine,
The queen of courage, heart of gold, eternal shall enshrine.
Moremi, mother, lover, queen,
—Thy name shall never fade,
For in thy sacrifice and love, a nation's soul was made.
~Don't Be Left Behind~
( Rhyming Couplet )
Please don't miss out and be left behind
Salvation only in Jesus we can always find
Try not to do, what you know is not right
And pray to Jesus to keep you in His sacred light
Don't keep company with the wrong crowd
In front of our God be humbled not proud
The ways of the Lord are always good and perfect
He deserves all our unconditional love and respect
Find the Lord first and to you all His blessings He'll surely add
For your sins and mine He paid the price so we should be glad not sad
For the love of God we can come anytime and have with Him eternity
Only through Jesus we can have Salvation, not in our own way and ability
We can not attain "Salvation" by just doing it with our own power or good
We're not that good, just God is really good and perfect,and that's understood.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
August.15.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Adam And Eve~ (2)
(Free Style)
God created Adam, a man
And from his rib created a woman
Called her Eve as we all know
And thru their fall, evil in this world came to be
All this took place
A long time ago as you may know
Till Jesus the Son of God came to free us all
From the fires of Hell and damnation that it can be
Inherited from Adam and Eve thru birth their sin
But thru Jesus only love and life enters in
Thru his suffering and death on the cross He brought
Satan right down crawling on his knees
And since Jesus came, now men can accept to be free
He paid the price of all our sins, each one and every fee.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,27,2015
Bask in the glow of His love,
Remember - He holds the keys to my joy
my hopes and my dreams,
Listen to His voice, rhythmic and slow,
Welcome the wonder that He bestows…
On those who believe that He knows,
Beautiful, breathtaking, inspirations that see,
Through the darkness, through the shadows,
Into the silence of silent, starry seas…
Bask in the light that He breaths,
From the music of a heaven where He leads,
Souls to the mansion He constructs,
So they’re forever blessed with a home,
Shelter from the darkest of storms,
Heaven’s most worthy are often known…
As the souls God saved through His Son,
The One who came to earth to die on a cross,
In three days, come back from death…
To lead His followers through their fears,
Into the wonder of a faith that lasts throughout the years,
Singing praises to the One who agrees…
it is His free gift, this salvation from sin,
the grace that sends souls to the King of Kings,
for the lasting peace that reminds hearts to hear
beneath the fear, through the worries who tempt,
into the promise of a forever with the One who brings
light that is forever alive, always revealing the truth…
It is this Jesus who opens hearts to believe in a love…
That was given by the One who makes life worthwhile!
Thanks to Jesus, who paid the price…
For a hope I couldn’t have bought with any amount.
This hope He brings hearts – it is heaven sent!
This love He stirs in us – it is His good Father’s gift!
This peace He encourages – it is His Holy Spirit!
Forever and always, I’m so thankful to know Him!
The One who turned my fears to assurance,
The One who turned my despair to encouraged,
The One who made my life feel worth it,
Like I have everything I need – in the Son,
The One who leads me with a gentle hand,
Restoring my faith, sharing God’s plan… so that
I understand – with Him, I am happier than I’ve ever been!
I love You, Jesus… thank You for being my best friend!
A scream surrounded by grey walls is trying to get through
on the wooden desk
a piece of paper
is waiting
for the last words to be written
piece of paper
started it all
refusing to participate in führer's circus
a piece of paper
tried to spread the word
in polluted minds of the people
piece of paper
declared the war to their false prophecy
and there was no alternative
now
decapitated bodies paid the price for
by cowardice silenced humanity
waiting till this
justice charade gets tired of self-delusion
face to face
she said to them
- all of you will soon be standing where we are standing now -
she was right
and
sun is still shining
*In memory of the White rose members execution.
I've paid the price..
My deeds are done
Fought many battles..
Some lost, some won.
I'm loyal to a fault..
I will never change.
It's just who I am..
To some that's strange.
Too giving in nature..
I have a kind heart.
But kindness, it seems,
Can tear you apart.
I've lifted up others..
Yet stood all alone,
Gave all I had..
With none of my own.
I've weathered the storms..
Felt joy and despair,
Yet still, I keep loving..
Still, I still care.
Though scars line my soul..
And wounds often ache.
I’d rather be broken..
Than ever be fake.
So judge if you must..
But know this is true.
The world may be cold..
But I won’t be too.
Look in the eyes, twinkling light, so alive... caressing the heart, breathing life across the soul, inspiring joy within the one who knows that love comes from above ~ by poet
There are times when I cannot say
where He is, just how He stills
my weary heart, my soul’s distress
sometimes, it feels like there is not enough grace
to wipe away the loneliness, the fears that dwell
beneath my tears, the darkness of a shadow’s breath
There are times when I feel so alone
as if the worries will never drown
such a burden, where to lay it down?
so I climb to that one special place, where I find
unending grace, amazing faith, such a gentle trace
the evidence of a love that shows me, to the tree
where He died for me….
There are times when I cannot pray
where life feels like I’ll never get past
the anxieties, the shadows that stay
a part of my heart, a part of my feelings, a part of me
can’t I just keep believing…
He is here and He is always offering me grace
I never need worry – one day, I’ll see His face
and there I’ll be known by the love that decides
to welcome me home from this broken life… welcome me
so that I’ll never doubt what it means, to love with my soul
with a love that made me whole, a love that is in control
love that comes from knowing the One
who gave me hope of a life eternal, a life
written by the hand who created me
a life that means I’ll be forever praising Him, the One
who bought me and paid the price for my freedom
with His own blood, with His own breath
as He lay down His life, with a final sigh
a lonely ache that reminded us all
“It is finished” – Tetelestai, nishtlam!
(5/1/11)
As a killer who took innocent lives
He has finally paid the price.
Ten long years he hid in the middle east caves
A life that he himself had paved.
He thought that he would never be caught
And for ten years his life was sought.
Usama bin laden is finally dead
With a bullet straight through his head.
His body thrown into the sea
And that’s where he should be.
He is now food for the fish
But I don’t think they want that dish.
Now in this watery grave he will be
Through out all eternity.
No one to look upon his face or to mourn
And his life forever to be scorned.
Al quaeda and all the terrorist cells
Can kiss our ass and join him in hell.