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Ecclesiasticus 41:3 KJVAAE
[3] Fear not the sentence of death, remember them that have been before thee, and that come after; for this is the sentence of the Lord over all flesh.
2 Corinthians 1:9-10 KJVAAE
[9] but we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead: [10] who delivered us from so great a death, and doth deliver: in whom we trust that he will yet deliver us;
Jeremiah 10:23-24 KJVAAE
[23] O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps. [24] O Lord, correct me, but with judgment; not in thine anger, lest thou bring me to nothing.
Psalm 51:17 KJVAAE
[17] The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Hebrews 13:15 KJVAAE
[15] By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to his name.
Romans 8:11 KJVAAE
[11] But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you.
2 Corinthians 4:14 KJVAAE
[14] knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
1 Corinthians 15:19-20 KJVAAE
[19] If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable. [20] But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
All glory and praise to the Living God for the Spirit flowing throughout all the gospel, not my writing here just giving glory to the Author of Life
The Question
Will hate ever bow
Beneath the weight of wisdom?
Relegated back to the depths
From where it should never have risen
Cooling below storm clouds
Until the sunshine returns in force
Melting away fear like shade
Revealing the truest form of source
We were only once meant to be
So scared
To attain our facility
Upon our terran stellar nursery
Nestled under a rocky outcrop
Shielded from the freezing rain
Beside ancient stone inscriptions
A writer who carved their lasting pain
And with their steadfast love
Passing on honored knowledge
To inform, warn, or comfort
Teaching that all hearts are privileged
That we know when to cover
Following the crackling of thunder
To protect others keeps us warm
Lightning passes through without harm
When we are a body of bodies
As our entire being is crafted
Mutualistic beneficial camaraderie
Becomes stronger with every soul grafted
And the orange sun glow feeds
Cleans and consumes
Breeding breathing mushrooms
Connectivity blooms
Carried along the rich summer breeze
Pollen and spores, minerals and seeds
A potpourri of groves of trees
Amidst swirling storms we’re brought to our knees
Prepare accordingly, all hands orderly
Future’s finite fertile commodities
Naturally nudge us toward the stars
Awaiting our graduations afar
An unlimited potential to evolve and explore
As welcoming as a wide-open door
Just so long as our first steps through
Represent each equal culture true
For our greatest strengths are our variations
Like the seasons’ sacrificial sheddings
Blending into a gifted collaboration
Nourishing the next orchards’ beddings
Hate is a hardened toxin
Eroding the progress of success
No society can survive boxed in
Repeatedly mixing the recipe for distress
A sweet meal savoured by one percent
While ninety-nine suffer like caged fateful herds
On a planet with such opposite intent
If we could only assuage hateful cowards
Dawn has barely risen above the baren trees across the street, only the few golden leaves tip of the trees my eyes can see..
No noise I hear, warm furnace blows silently, warm and dry are my family…. My stomach yearns for food, yet here I sit, staring out to the early morning ground.
Walls, roof over our heads, clothes upon our backs, give thanks to God, yet no happy thoughts I feel, for I feel like the unsheltered upon the streets, covered in cardboard boxes as their house, my blessings I have but no glory I feel, money, education, pressure to succeed, be the next best employee, will it ever end?
People young and old, grandpas, sons, daughters, the forgotten, unheard, to the streets they trod, what was their mistakes they made, who unheard them. I have the necessities yet….. I see, feel their souls crushed, cold like a Bitter November wind,, piercing through a warm winter rain. Drugs, alcohol soothe their hardened souls, friends family have turned their evil eye to their needs.
Sheltered yet alone, my heart hurts for those who are bundled up in what ever their lost souls can find, “Friends have come, gone, no amount of money can replace my aching soul, my eye I turn to them, “What right do I have to live in comfort”?
He isn’t here;
He isn’t here;
He HAS RISEN;
Jesus has given
Given His Spirit, back to the Father
He has callin His reign on Hold
For He’ll be coming back
He shall be back
To march His army of angels
He will be back
Yes, He’ll be back
It is set in stone
He isn’t here;
He isn’t here;
He HAS RISEN;
Jesus has given
Given His Spirit, back to the Father
Heaven and Earth He’ll rule
He is risen, from the dead
Just as He said
Would happen rose He raised up high
He is risen from the dead, yet alive He shall rise
He is risen, He is risen
Come see where he laid
Yet, He’s risen He’s no longer here
He isn’t here;
He isn’t here;
He HAS RISEN;
Jesus has given
Given His Spirit, back to the Father
4/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
St. Matthew 28:6
Suffice to say, I do agree in my spirit, heart and mind I convey
So grateful and beautiful your love is, gracious Savior
And I love you
And I truly view
Your goodness, your mercies
In the morning, it’s my song
And you are
Righteous
And you’re
Gracious
And you’re an Arctic touch when I’m trapped in the dessert
A cool breeze in the air when nothing else will
And I truly view
Your goodness, your mercies
I solemnly caress
No angel loves you more
Animals less
Suffice to say, I do agree in my spirit, heart and mind I convey
So grateful and beautiful your love is, gracious Savior
And I love you
And I truly view
Your goodness, your mercies
In the morning, it’s you Lord My God you are my song
for when the sun comes up, my Lord God you've already risen;
For you never sleep
Your my hope
Your my love
My morning song
8/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From forth coming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"
Joy
Love is in the air and today brings the sunshine;
The clouds spread apart before my eyes, revealing paradise.
In just a moment I will begin a new life;
Heaven is full of love and oh so good, that I can tell no lie.
Joy is found everywhere.
It can even be found, when needed, in the darkest of places.
Somehow I was able to find joy,
In those days when my life was being wasted.
And now I have risen up on giant eagle wings;
I have flown high above the world, upon this huge beast.
I have been carried up and away into the sky;
All it took to reach this beautiful place was my sacrifice.
Now in joy I am found, surrounded by light;
In those darkest of times I doubted, but now I am found.
Upon a cloud I sit with an angel at my side;
She speaks of love, life and magic
And I simply smile, because she is so profound.
I used to believe joy was only falling in love on Earth;
But now I am above you, all I can see everything, for what it is worth.
In this new world of beauty, peace and love;
I have found my worth at last and they tell me my heart is good.
I may not always say the sweetest things;
But the things they say are sweet to me.
So who am I to question this place?
When the love radiates from every face that I see.
No longer those confused faces, down there in your land;
No longer confusion reigns…now I understand.
No longer together with those I loved down there;
But they will join me in their own time,
So I will be patient and will always care.
In peace I am found, happy on the inside;
Guardian angels relax in the sunlight and I have all the time.
No need to worry about what will happen in the future;
I can see it, it is beautiful…this is my happily ever after.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
He fills me up with compassion
He is my constant companion
I love Him because He abides
Inside my heart where he guides
He allows me to feel fully accepted
With Him, I know I’m never neglected
I love His presence always alive with me
Listening to the prayers that I do plea
He whispers to me a comforting hope
That fills my entire life with ways to cope
I love Him living where I can always question
His knowledge gives me the best suggestion
He calms my soul with His gentle voice
Giving me the wonders of a sincere choice
I love His guidance that reassures my thoughts
With Him beside me, I always think of the cross
He opens my mind to reach for my dreams
With Him, I know that I’m stronger than it seems
I love His encouragement to be who I should
He’s forever with me, teaching me all that’s good
He lights up my life with His fire from above
Sent down to instruct me on everything that is love
I love being with Him and knowing His wisdom
He always assures me that my Lord has risen
He reminds me of the reasons that I believe
His amazing faith is a joy that I can perceive
I love knowing that He will never leave me
With His hope, faith and love I am surely free
He is the Holy Spirit, the fire sent from Jesus
With His loving grace, He is who frees us
From sorrow, worry and pain that injures
With the Holy Spirit, I’m certainly a winner!
November 28, 2019
Holy Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.
I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in the glow of risen sun
Fresh days and fresh pages to write upon.
I sense God's love flow through charmed symphonies
In enchantment of choral melodies
I seek Him in the dewy morning mist
In the sky when it has been rainbow kissed.
God’s revealed in roosters crowing refrain
In rain dancing upon the window pane
I rejoice in nightfalls scenic display
Stunning sunsets taking one's breathe away.
There's not a fragrant rose in June that blooms
Nor stars twinkling brightly around the moon
No clouds adorning the canvas of sky
That doesn't send reflections of God on high.
In the morning I will sing of your love...
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19th October 2020
Your Personal Favourite Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
Golgotha
(The Place of the Skull)
You paid it all at calvary.
The cross was planted in the ground suddenly.
Outside the Jerusalem walls.
It was the greatest suffering of all.
Alone on the cross.
Till this day, no one has forgotten.
Another cross on the left and on the right.
In darkness the lightning strikes.
The ground trembles on the hill of bones.
Through testimony, you will be sitting on the throne.
Three nails and a crown of thorns.
You knew me even before I was even born.
With a spear in your side,
One day you will appear and we can glide in the sky.
Through the red stripes we are all saved,
But it has to be a choice we all have to make.
Listen to a beautiful song standing on the horizon.
The tomb is empty, he has risen.
Sin has been buried for those who still believe.
He said, it is done for you and me
It's Saturday morning and still dark as night
My pursuit continues in the pale moonlight
I’ve baited my hook and I’ve cast just right
I eagerly await in the glow of dawn's light
I've been noticed by a few but not seen by all
A few ducks arrive, giving their migratory call
A sneaky little muskrat comes swimming right in
He's stealthy and quiet, then erupts a loud din.
Silence was broken when geese honk in shout
I hear a feisty crane, chasing seagulls all about
The sun has risen to announce the start of day
Still no bites on my hook, not even a nibble to play
I'll bait it once more. He wiggles as I throw him in
Will they bite on a worm or do I need a lure that spins
Whatever the outcome, there's a conclusion I reached
I’ll rig up one last time, using a squirmy black leach