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But You Are .... (1 Peter 2: 9-12)
In Christ you have been changed
made alive unto Him a holy son
being chosen in royalty of his own
from darkness to light spiritually spun
God came with heavenly splendour
for you didn't belong till now no longer
being God's child receive His mercy
filled by His spirit now more stronger
Now a sojourner an earthly exile
fight against passions so to abstain
fleshly passions that Satan would increase
be victorious in war leave no stain
Remember, be a good witness for Jesus
never mind what others say about you
God shall visit this earth one day
be sure to glorify Him in full view
But you are a people chosen
possessed by God for His glory
part of His holy priesthood divine
this tells all of His gospel story
("But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. Once you were not a people, but now you are God's people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.
Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, which wage war against your soul. Keep your conduct among the Gentiles honorable, so that when they speak against you as evildoers, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day of visitation.")
1 Peter 2: 9-12
THAT OLD CROWN
OF THORNS HE WORE for ME
That crown of thorns
Set upon His head
Needled poke, pricked, bloodshed
Though the crown of thorn
Was mocked
Replace His Kingdom Crown
Evil Humanity thought
Instilled with my God
So yet He's lives for me
He His grace, substituted
Heart and Head space
O' The Crown of Thorns
my Amazing Grace
Poignant and powerful
Reflection on the symbolism
of the crown of thorns
Sense of reverence, gratitude, and awe, reminding us
of the profound sacrifice and love that of Jesus Christ Father demonstrated through His suffering and death on the cross.
Father inspire us to contemplate the true meaning of sacrifice, love, and redemption in our own lives
Father we reflect on the significance of the crown of thorns and its connection to Jesus Christ's sacrifice and redemption.
We need a deeper sense of gratitude for the love and grace that Jesus Christ demonstrated through His suffering and death on the cross.
- Jesus' sacrifice is a powerful reminder of God's love and redemption for humanity.
4/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
- *John 3:16*: "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
- *Romans 5:8*: "But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
- *1 Peter 2:24*: "He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed."
Oh, love each and everyone
Love everybody my darling
Above all love, yes love each and everyone
Love thine enemy, love thy mother, father, sister, brother
just love each other love deeply, sweetly, completely
Why? love why only love because love covers a multitude
A many a major multitudes of sins
Love thine enemy love thy mother father, sister, brother
Just love each other for love deeply sweetly completely
Why? love why only because love covers a multitude
A multitude of many a major sins
Amen and Amen
My Little darlings love each other and everyone always again and Amen
10/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
1 Peter 4:8
August the eleventh is a very special day
Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today
A talented musician he used to play the banjo
With the Canadiana singers, many years ago
A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies
Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies
But Jack he can write serious poetry too
He's a proud Canadian through and through.
I hope that he has a lovely birthday today
And hope that everything goes his way
I've enjoyed banter with him over the years
We've had plenty of laughs and shed a few tears.
So, raise your glass and let's have a toast
To a fine gentleman and poet that's no idle boast
He has lots of friends on here, so I hope you'll join me
In letting Jack know he's a valued member of this community.
(Here's one of Jack's poems)
Once was a folk singer back in the sixties
It was surely my time to shine
Along with the great Peter Paul and Mary
They seemed like good friends of mine
A group of six, The Canadiana Folksingers
Appeared on Canadian TV
A couple of albums and a number of performances
Played banjo, sure looked geeky
Hi Jolly was our biggest success
Wherever we went they clamoured for it
Did I tell you Bruce played a one string bass
It added some charm I'll admit
Wife Linda was one of the two girl singers
Sure prettied up the group I'll say
Didn't make much money but that didn't matter
The joy hasn't left me to this day
Not everyone can say they were part of a group
Twas a very special time in my life
Wish I could go back and live it again
A great time for me and my wife
Jack Ellison.
painting: The Penitent Peter by El Greco
In penitence I kneel before your throne,
head bowed with shame, heart weighed down with sin,
my sobbing whispers heard only by God
recounting the ways I, like a sheep, have gone astray.
When I keep silent, my bones waste away
but when I acknowledge my sin to you, you forgive my guilt.
You are my hiding place,
you surround me with songs of deliverance.
Soften my heart and give me ears to hear
and eyes to see your goodness and mercy.
He who seeks the Lord will surely find -
in uncluttered silence God draws near,
the Holy Spirit brings to mind these words:
“He saved us, not because of deeds we’ve done,
in mercy we are justified by grace”
“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just and will forgive us
and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory,
surely you took our infirmities and carried our sorrows,
by your stripes we are healed;
those who sow in tears now reap in joy!
Written July 2020
Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright
Wearing taffet gowns of silky swishes
they were often flourishing their wishes
blessing all with benign hugs and squishes
tiny pixies, no bigger than mom's dishes
They were sent to baby rooms and wee ones
they shone like light from fifty golden suns
but every now and then they goofed all thumbs
and landed in a cabbage patch, oh crumbs !
they flew like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
with magic wands to cast a spell, pell-mell
they scurried this way that and then oh well
they crazed it up and then they cast a spell.
Feb 26, 2023
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name Nursery Rhyme
For a universe that owes me nothing - it certainly expects a lot.
I’m just a person with a pulse
and some borrowed confidence.
Does that surprise you?
I don’t like being the center of attention.
I think my Grandmère’s trying to grind that out of me
by putting me in klieg-lit situations.
Twice, in the last 6 months, she’s planned teeming receptions
only to show up late - leaving me to do the line. I’ve ‘discussed’ it with her,
“You’re not funny,” I dead-panned her, “STOP it - seriously.”
Both times it happened, Peter (my bf) pumped me up to get me started, “Humiliation’s temporary,” he pronounced.
and the next time, "You're tougher than I think.”
“You’re the BEST,” was all I could reply, before I stepped into each small disaster.
We’ve all been to parties, I assume.
My Grandmère’s tend to be formal - which means stuffy -
with important people who want to be with important people.
The host greets everyone and makes them feel welcome.
François, one of my Grandmère’s corporate minions had the task
of standing discreetly in back of me to feed me names and facts -
just like in a movie.
When mingling, I practice conversational Jujutsu - I deliberately
shift the conversational weight to the person opposite me.
I’ve come to see hosting as choreography.
I’m the Roomba of greeters.
If Med-school has taught me anything, it’s that:
People can sense panic the way dogs smell bacon.
The trick is to keep smiling - until it feels like personality.
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A song for this:
Royals (feat. Puddles Pity Party) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Smile away by Paul McCartney
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François, a handsome, 29ish, perfectly tailored, hipster with straight blonde fringe-hair and a Sorbonne Université MBA, is one of my Grandmère’s conglomerate, executive-secretarial minions. For years he’s coordinated things for Peter and I, like concert tickets, restaurant reservations and travel plans.
As we sailed the fast river of Rhône
the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold
like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom
A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded
back the fervidly garish star scatter,
and cooling flower-scented airs tickled
the senses like touching down-soft silk
"zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese)
“Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded.
Why not dress - on luminous forenoons?
Pick a heart, any heart and prick it, sharply,
with the sight of a handsome man.
I yet breathless, breathe
What weapon is sharper than libido?
I defend myself, with fashion’s sartorial sparkle.
Frankly, I was hoping for something passively erotic,
you know, foment a false perception - dazzle
with fancy outwork to tip the cosmic balance
Men will witness what they believe
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song for this:
Desperately Trying by Club des Belugas, Anna Luca
I am humble, He said
But what of being honest?, another asked.
I am gentle, He yet professed
No, what anent honesty,
That shapes one's integrity?
He was again questioned.
I am friendly, He proudly said,
Seeming to have the world by him accommodated.
No, are you uncorrupted to them,
And corrigible to all men?
The other retorted.
What got I to do with corrigibility? he queried.
For none could in any way be honest perpetually;
So we do have to compromise at times.
No, no, no, that is wrong! the other began.
Honesty is the best virtue
In which all other virtues prevail
The evidence of man's generosity.
For an honest man is an hundred times better—
Than a benevolent man in wonder.
He pays Peter in Paul's coin
And steals from a man and do it a good to another.
What if the world were only generous,
With no sign of honesty,
Would it stand it?
For it brings the worlds to a world
And peoples to a people.
But many lack this golden efficacy of life.
Yes, with it all other virtues prevail!
I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.
We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,
Tamagotchi's, Slinkys and Pogo Sticks,
a string tied to sticks for Diablo tricks.
A lot wobbled, we played Wall Ball,
Smarties packets caused trouble.
Political Correctness didn't exist yet,
we wore Reebok, Fila or Hi-Tec.
We had Roller Skates, later Roller Blades,
out on the concrete in the streets we played,
as there were always lots of parking spaces,
space we used for running races.
We played Bulldogs Charge on repeat,
never stopping for the rain or sleet.
We played Wembley, or Heads, Volleys and Beats,
playing in the street our daily treat.
We played Kirby because kirbs were free,
40 40 in, also called Alien,
front gardens were a great WWF ring,
or we'd hit tennis balls tied to string.
Jumpers for goalposts,
or one and a lamppost,
cheated as we'd peek
playing Hide And Seek.
We played Knock Knock Ginger with its hiding,
or we'd get out our bikes and go riding.
We went Garden Hopping, never stopping,
played in the dark after the suns dropping.
We had Master Systems, Mega Drives or Nintendo's,
but were not reliant on technology inside,
we built Lego stadiums, played Subbuteo,
we collected sticker books, Pog's and trading cards with pride.
There was a fuzziness to Radio and TV,
we'd always sneak a peek at Page 3,
we watched films on VHS, played Cassettes or CD's,
or Conkers when they dropped from trees.
We only had four television channels to be flicking,
Saturday mornings were for Live and Kicking.
Bodger and Badger, The Chuckle Brothers, Rosie and Jim,
but you couldn't beata, bit of Blue Peter,
to Neighbours and Home and Away we tuned in.
When home alone emptied living rooms,
played football inside, 2-a-side,
cleaned up damage with brooms,
when parents got home we lied.
I'm proud I grew up in the nineties in Bath,
we had so much fun, so many laughs.
From no other time and place I'd rather be,
so here's to the nineties in the West Country.