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Turn it around, Lord
Turn it around, O God in me
Turn it around give unto me
This is my mine moment
To be with you only, eternally
Turn it around, this is mine turn around season
I forsake myself, my sins I lay down my reason
I came through the womb wrinkle and moist;
Place in this world in my mother’s arms, didn’t have a choice;
O’ All Father rains down on us…
Was a seed planted in the earth of my mother?
I was turn around
I grow as I lived life in my sins;
Taught right and wrong, where do I begin?
O’ Elohim saw grace gave me Jesus;
So that I may live on, my life eternally;
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
A turnaround is about to complete change in me
My opinion, attitude, method of life bout’ to change to be
Touch me now, I receive you now, O’ Lord God
Turn this season around
My sin was my treason, it was the reason
I’m believin, I’ve too bitten of the forbidden fruit
I’ve fallen, in autumn
I’ve gotten up in spring, no I’m about to sing
Winter’s barren frigid cold and uncaring
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
God’s grant me a turnaround moment
Such is a sudden improvement,
A supernatural turnaround is a divine encounter
Where God reverses my circumstances,
Turns around the negative into positive
And shifts my thoughts and life in a new direction.
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
---“In the end I will turn things around for the people. Zephaniah 3:9”
8/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
Deep down in the heart of my soul
There lives a truth that only I know
In spite of pain, sorrows and grief
God has blessed me with sweet relief
The knowledge that love is alive and well
Giving me hope to keep me fulfilled
With the feelings of peace and joy
Inside myself, where angels sing
Of loving innocence and happy dreams
Everything that gives me a reason to believe
In the feelings that promise to heal
And relieve all my worst worries and fears
Taking me through the days and weeks
With the assurance that God has breathed
Compassionate music throughout my soul
Where only I can feel the warm, tender glow
That brightens my spirit with a golden amber
Feeling that surpasses all the best thoughts
Whispering inspiration into my theories
Coloring my dreams with silver innocence
Breathing charisma throughout my inner
Reveries, where everything I have known
Becomes an inkling of hope for the soul
A blessing so wise and willing to give all
Insight and encouragement, wishes for the dance
Of heavenly bliss that comes around when
God gives our souls the music that comes
From walking with angels on shimmering thoughts
Where joy and peace are still a part of the heart
And love rings true throughout the penetrating
Memories which sooth and comfort, heal hearts
With the wisdom from above, where His presence
Welcomes passion, praise and the promise of love
Love that fills the soul with a miracle which flows
On rivers of gladness, glory and grace
God’s gifts to us who know His rewards
Are filled with wisdom, hope and Love
Love that lives eternally and makes this life
A place where the soul can grow and know
Life is more than surviving, but spreads wonder
Through the divine gift of generous sacrificing
Your Soul in 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
December 6, 2020
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the taste is sweet and fresh.
in my garden where many different
fruits grow. a delight for the eyes and
mouth. to touch and smell. the tongue
separates rivers with cream on top.
always let reason hold the reins.
erotic flow of sweet wishes
love that dazzles sweetly
not a disparaging word
about strawberries
one is too little
a large bowl
is too
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24.04.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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2nd place in the contest
Brian Strand contest no 1211
Two unexpected moments…the first…a deer…without even a calling card
stopped by for a visit at the cabin…just showed up in our yard.
She was quiet, calm…a bit reserved…she didn’t make a fuss.
We happened to notice her…around the same time she was noticing us.
We stared at one another for a moment…we didn’t want her to be alarmed.
We tried to tell her telepathically that we would never do her harm.
It was early in the morning…the sun had just lit up the day…
when she graced us with her presence for a moment…then went on her way.
This would normally be a special moment…but to us it was so much more
in 35 years coming to the cabin we’ve never seen a deer in our yard before.
A second unexpected moment…one that’s also hard to believe
when a ladybug landed on my shoulder…and decided not to leave.
She crawled all around my shirt…inspecting every inch along the way
for some reason unknown to us…she seemed content to stay.
When it was time for us to go I let her crawl upon my finger and set her on a leaf.
then I thought of the deer and the ladybug…and how our time together was brief.
How we were lucky to have these moments…that will in all likelihood not occur again…
for there’s a good chance we will never see this deer or ladybug again.
But rather than being sad at this thought…we felt excited and enthralled
to have been blessed to have been visited by this deer and lady bug at all.
I wrote those letters to myself.
Because no one else wanted to hear.
About the madness in my head.
The pain that will not disappear.
I read the letters by myself
So that I could see the words written down
So that I could agree and pretend they were someone else’s troubles
To not feel so let down
I wrote letters to myself
Because no one wanted to see
That my mind can’t live with them
The reasons why they don’t want to know me.
I wrote letters to myself
So that I could have someone to blame
For the silent screaming inside my brain
For all the years I couldn’t grow…
To give a reason to end this living pain.
As I fly through the air hanging on for dear life,
I can’t help but see my life flash before my eyes.
I see scenes from childhood, long before I met my wife,
And I can’t help but wonder, “Have I always had big thighs?”
Anyway, let’s get back to the story at hand,
Which involves a wonderful lesson about giving.
This story is a message about where one may stand
On the Spirit of Christmas and how we are living.
Too many people take for granted this great season.
They think Christmas is only about receiving gifts.
People should give for a completely different reason.
It’s not about the presents, but the spirits they lift.
Take, for example, a little girl in school
Who has always felt as though she never fit in.
All it takes is one compliment from those she thinks are cool
To lift her spirits and warm her heart from within.
Or what about the dying man who has no one
Who volunteers his time every single weekend?
He chooses to spend his life helping others have fun
Rather than count down the days until his untimely end.
I go all the way around the world once a year
Delivering dreams to the good and hope to the bad.
The one thing I see that most people seem to fear
Is living a life that they wish they never had.
Whatever life we live is what was meant to be,
And we must remember that there’s a reason we’re here.
If we think of others first, it’s possible we’ll see
A world in which we never shed another tear.
He was five
And I was ten
I loved his heart
His soul and gentleness
He had my heart
From the time I met him
When Mama brought him home
With his bottle of milk
I worshipped that child
His yellow hair and blue eyes
Smiling into mine
Lighting up my thoughts
Then a doctor said
“He has to have surgery”
Promised it would be easy
No reason at all to worry
Mama and Daddy took him in
For the operation
Stayed there with him for the time
It took to know he was ok
I stayed home and waited
Never worried for a moment
God would take care of him
He was such an angel, my brother
Then Mama and Daddy came in
Pale and swollen eyed
I didn’t have it in me to ask
I could see it without a word spoken
Little brother died that day
And for so many years
Holding back tears
Got me through the pain and grief
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
July 29, 2021
(This is my pastor's story.. I'm just retelling it for the contest - I haven't ever had a brother)
Could it be everything happens for a reason,
Or is it something one usually would say.
Kindred spirits that have roamed
Through space and time,
Sharing moments and a history of past lifetimes.
Always by chance our paths happened to meet,
Always ending with just a memory.
A memory that endures through lifetimes,
Precious memories that linger in the
Backroads of one’s mind.
And now our time has come again,
It greets us as a long lost friend.
And for now we’ll travel happily
Along the fair winds and following seas.
Dedicated to Command Master Chief Dennis G. Stevens
Surface Warfare Qualified
USN Retired
8/18/21
This place is no 'Garden of Eden!'
For now heart still beatin'
Yet bleedin'
Struggling to find the meanin'
And to make the best of 'freedom'
For many seasons
Battling with my own demons
Hardly ever dreamin'
Poorly I've been sleepin'
In dark waters, I'm deep in
Another bender for a whole week, not just the weekend
A different language I'm speakin'
Girl why haven't we ever been freakin?
I know I can, but can 2 keep it a secret?
Stop looking at me like a heathen
Honestly, I'm not tweakin'
Or creepin'
Too many don't know when to just leave it
Rude and violent far from decent
With power can come corruption wisen up and see it
Quick to say another committed treason
Sometimes evidence and proof is needed
Other times it's mistreatment
Shoutout to my sister in Sweden
I want her to know what an amazing person she is
I'm shining like a beacon
In any region
It's an accurate thesis
Falling to pieces
So quick to get even steven
Bein' conceited
Humans schemin'
Constantly beefin'
And trying to knock another's teeth in
Over nothing or another bad reason
Off others often leechin'
As well as cheatin'
No wonder the lack of cohesion
You'd have to see it
To believe it
I truly mean it
I've been fiendin'
Constantly chiefin'
Dabbin and packing flower making sure to kief it
Making sure there's no sun leaf in
I always drink and drink it helps temporarily then it displeases
Struggling to stop myself once again defeated
Haven't yet fully succeeded
I've got the strangest feelin'
And it's not from geekin'
On me they've been sleepin'
Until I'm no longer breathin'
And my life is depleted
I surely hope the mission is completed
listening to that song called red rubber ball
moving on and surprisingly happy
she decided to choose another and say fare thee well
i decided to work to make myself well for thee
through it all, you have been my best friend
you are my whole family
you are my shelter of warmth that for so long has been amiss
you are my morning sun
you are my beautifully radiant moon
you are the reason i rise
you are the reason i take better care of myself
thanks to you, a better man i am
thanks to you, i much better man i will become
i am guilty for not giving you enough credit
i am guilty for not noticing you enough and being too immersed in the everyday routine
listening to i forgot to be your lover
sitting down as an older man and thinking about all that i have NOT DONE LATELY
i need to do better because each day you do better
i need to do better because each day you get better
i need to do better because each day you look better
i need to do better because anyday you can say to hell with this fool and walk right on out of that door
i will start by saying I Love You and go from there.....