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ALL'S WELL by James Edward Lee Sr.
Well, I'm just a wretch undone
I use to have big fun
But in this world of shame
Been caught up in my sins
and again over again
it's over now,and
it's all well, all's well
all well, all well
got my mind changed
And my life remade
Turned around my thought processes
Been birth again, remade
and again over again
it's over now, and
it's all well, all's well
all well, all well
Now yes I am human and I made mistakes
But don't judge me you not at all great
No human and this planet is above this
Our sins not the problem but our choice too sin is
You can't boo me
You can't use me
You can't judge me
You ain't got no heaven or hell to put me
You can hate me
You can rape me
But I'm putting God first even in my hurts
You can't boo me
You can't use me
You can't judge me
It don't matter God loves me
I'm not perfect, God loves
You don't like me God loves
I'm okay with it, it's ok God loves me
You can't boo me
You can't use me
You can't judge me
It don't matter God loves me
And in my daily walk in my life
I don't have the time to live up to your standards
For we all need God first and that's all that matters
In my sin or my shame in my repent state I've been
You should care
and again over again
it's over now, and
it's all well, all's well
all's well, all's well
it's all well, all's well
all's well, all's well
11/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
I am a tender woman
I nurture and I protect
I’m subservient and meek
However, I now object…
I am a woman with pride
My self-respect I hold dear
I will not let you be cruel
I will not let you come near
You chose to misunderstand
All that I do and I say
You should have known much better
Now you have chased me away
I’m sure of what I am worth
I know my heart is pure gold
But you thought me a trinket
My pure affection you sold
I will not grovel or beg
You must repent, see the light
I will go on and survive
But I’ll haunt you in the night
Undressed, I’ll visit your dreams
Will torture you and torment
You’ll pray right down on your knees
For your angel….heaven sent
My dear man, I AM loving
And though I may be in pain
You must try to make amends
If my love you want to gain!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
We wait for his coming and ask:
When will he come?
How will he come?
Where will we find him?
And how will we know him?
Will we find him being celebrated with a marching brass band or a marquis with flashing lights; where paparazzi clamor for a photo op? Or waving from a decorated float, in a parade, while sanctimonious dignitaries honor him, with speeches of praise.
Will we find him in the breaking of day, in the slowly rising sun, gently pausing in the cradle of the horizon, before ascending on its diurnal journey?
Will we find him in the light, in the womb of undeniable innocence, where lays the seed of creation?
Will we find him in the teeming market place, or in the haunting faces of the homeless?
Will we find him on mossy rolling hillsides, giving way to sprawling fields of wheat and grain, surrendering to lakes and rivers, manifesting the force of the sea?
Will we find him in the resplendent forests and majestic snow covered mountains, monuments to the power of the deity of life?
Will we find him in a raging hail storm, pelting the fire below, ignited by the decadence of humanity?
Will we find him when we open our doors of kindness, to those in need, extending a helping hand?
Will we find him in the kaleidoscopic celestial stars, juxtaposed to the waxing and waning moon, under the crown of night?
As Christians we believe he will come again. As we wait, we reflect, repent, and renew our faith, with the hope of salvation.
My Prayer by Robert Allison
Dear Lord,
Please help the farmers as this world they try to feed.
And please help your people with their every need.
Thank you Lord for being with us as we take every breath.
For we know that you are with us even until our death.
Lord please help us to share in your love,
that we might continue until we're called up above.
Won't you help those that commit a crime?
Help them realize they must serve a time.
Help those that steal, even only one cent.
That they will come to you and repent.
Lord help those who are sick and hurt,
That none would treat them as though they were dirt.
Lord help us so your will we may do.
For I just want to say "I Love You".
Please help us even until the end.
In Jesus name, I pray, Amen.
Author's Note
This is another one of my poems from
the "early years" - late '80s to '90s.
Thanks for reading, Hope you enjoyed.
Will be posting more as time allows.
There's something you should repent
All the heartache you have sent
My way and to many more
Who fell hard as they adore
Your sweet voice and caring charm
But then you lit off a bomb
That explodes and shakes their life
And causing all kinds of strife
When it doesn't bother you
Doing this your whole life through
Your mind doesn't have a clue
How damaging this can be
Find some sensitivity
And repair the hearts you've broke
With two words that should be spoke
"I'm Sorry" will be the start
Helping mend the broken hearts
Of the women you have made
So fragile and now afraid
To once again trust with those
Who want to get really close
Fix it now or you will meet
Someone that you can't defeat
They are stronger and won't take
Any of your crap and break
You in a way that's really bad
Causing you to be so sad
Like the people in your past
With shattered hearts inside a cast
We come as strangers to this virgin land
After succumbing to the impossible
Astonished by the solitude
of shamed regret for what we've done
Still stunned with grief for what is gone....
We stand in voiceless, numb despair
To gaze upon what we have maimed
A blue veined world we've left behind
Appearing weightless in the sky
So far from us beyond the maze
Of smoky dust, of lingering flames,
engulfed, and choked, by those who paid
the dearest price, who lie in graves
And from carved names of marbled sorrow
We weep for all those lost tomorrows
From here, our eyes might be deceived
To peer beyond the starry seas
to earth,... a home we claimed to love
so far above,... or did we lie?
How strange it is, now seen from here
remains yet beautiful to the eye
As we stand wide eyed, upon new shores
And look from here, to the earth so far
How fragile, is our earth still spinning
Where winds of war divided races
And homes we loved wear ravaged faces
And now as we begin, again
How do we avoid the sin?
How precarious this world untouched can be
Where seas are blue and birds fly free
Have we learned, from where we've been?
We must repent..........recall it all
One last look upon the old
I feel a shiver of the cold
Spinning, dying, looking small
I catch my breath........and close my eyes
swallow tears of anguished cries
I'll turn my head
before
it
falls
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My throat feels scratchy
I'm irritable and edgy
Coming down with the flu
Trying to go for success
I'm still pending
Reaching out to you oh Lord
Please don't make your ears too heavy
I'm ready to repent as my levy
I'm turning down the intensity
I need to proceed with caution
Too much chaos surrounding me
I need an exorcist
You're thinking poltergeist
I'm thinking of the mother of all heists
I'm disenfranchised
Officials turned on me too many times
Situations is becoming desperate
I'm desolate
I don't care about a wish list
It is going to be a bitter Christmas
Santa changed course
He is due south
Asparagus is stuck in my mouth
Isn't it ironic
Every new job I get
I had to have my tooth extract
No wonder I get this toothless aggression
I can't think straight
Every time I open up my mouth
You’ll see there is no more wisdom teeth
It is a clean slate
But I am keen to participate
On getting a break
A break into reality
Of a broken home
I might predict a bright future
Like Notre Dome
Without the hunchback
No matter how I lack
I'm always able to bounce back
Like a volleyball
I’ve been beat
fallen
I'm velocity and all
Crazy summer saying
Where is the one I recognise
But I won't cry for yesterday
Somehow I’ll learn to survive
Form:
[The Lord]
"Why do you throw up your hands at Me?
Turn around and take what I give you!"
[The Defeated]
"These people stubbornly refuse your grace.
Their brazen-faces threaten violence.
They are attracted to sin like flies to honey,
Spewing hateful foam like an angry sea!"
{The Lord]
"Who do you think is tossing them about?
There is no lasting profit for the wicked!
My agitation will create even more problems,
And they shall only reap mud and sand!
No peace, no peace, but constant upheaval!
Their false worship of Me is complete folly,
Trying to deceive Me into blessing them!
They must change their ways or be lost at sea!
Their feigned obedience speaks ever louder.
Their humility and sacrifice is drowned out.
The outside of the cup is clean and shiny,
But the perverted inside displeases Me greatly!
Speak up! Confront them constantly with My truth!
Trying to pressure Me to accept their sinfulness,
Will only increase My pressure on them to repent!
Their ways are wrong, and My ways are right!"
Ask yourselves why there's no joy in our kinship.
Stop trying to lead Me around like one of your idols!
Sacrifice your own desires and let Me lead!
My light is the only light that dispels darkness.
Give yourselves wholly to Me, and I'll set you free.
Give yourselves wholly to each other - set them free -
Free from pursuing selfish goals and oppressing others,
Free from the oppressive yoke that sin enslaves with.
Then My strength will produce your righteous behavior,
Then the breakdown of morality is truly reversed,
Then we are no longer alienated from each other,
Then you will experience My blessing and loyal love."
[The Defeated]
"The collapse of Your truth makes it dangerous for us.
Honesty collapses, justice collapses, morality dies -
It becomes unlawful to do what is right and good.
Please help us, O Lord, in such a time as this!"
[The Lord]
"My truth thrown down to the ground will always rebound.
The true people of God will always be My witnesses,
Faithfully proclaiming the truth of My gospel,
To every nation, in the power of the Holy Spirit."
I hate the feeling of my tongue on my teeth,
The way my breath hides underneath.
You think a smile is a sign,
To cross my boundaries, blur the line.
You reach for me, one by one;
Until my trust is overrun.
You twist my words into a game,
And somehow I'm the one to blame.
For you it was but a failed attempt,
But to me, it's thoughts I can't repent.
I sit here with a pit in my stomach;
While you move on, still living free.
You were nothing more than a friend to me,
I said that clearly, repeatedly.
You say something strange, I look away.
I change the subject; you laugh and stay.
I trusted you to respect my wishes,
But you turned my silence into permission.
You act as if I owe you touch,
When I never promised you that much.
Even now, I cannot help but think,
I replay each word you made me drink.
My voice is mine, my body too;
I owe no part of me to you.
no time to take the scenic route we're always moving apace
no time to stop and smell the roses nor see the wonders of this place
we're too stubborn to go out of our way
always in a hurry every minute of every day
people are very reluctant to come out of their comfort zones
for of their careful plans they don't want a monkey wrench thrown
but God sometimes desires that of our comfort zones we break out
for there may be a blessing waiting if we take an alternate route
Zaccheus, the main tax collector was a man with great wealth
who went out of his way to restore his spiritual health
he was a man of little stature and for him people had distain
as he was tall with power and status from the wealth he had obtained
but Jesus the Christ, the Son of Man looked beyond Zaccheus' possessions
He saw inside Zaccheus' heart and discerned the reasons for his transgressions
Zaccheus was so eager to see God's progeny
he ran ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree
Zaccheus was a lost soul who had a desire to be found
willing to repent and atone in order to stand on higher ground
willing to refund and rebate to any and all from whom he had stole
willing to reciprocate God's generosity at a measure four-fold
now completely transformed he became a new creation in Christ
no longer lost but to have found a new purpose in life
so be like Jesus and Zaccheus and go out of your way
to help, assist and lift up anyone who's in crisis from day to day
as Christians we need to step out of the boat and our comfort zones
and be a part of the Great Commission by helping God recognize lost souls
but for the grace of God that might be me or you
for it was by God's saving grace that you yourself were pulled through
so take a little step towards Jesus and embrace Him as your Savior
He in turn will take a giant step and fill you with godly behavior
so go out of your way and be a help to your fellow man
spread the wealth, love and abide and like Jesus stretch out your hands