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Groping in sins’ darkness…
They are spiritually lost
Wandering midst worthless cause.
We who are already directed to God’s way through faith
Can lead them to His grace and love
For their enlightenment along redemption by the Holy Spirit!
Living in vices’ addiction…
They are gripped by fleshly pleasure
Wallowing in their helplessness.
We who are converted by God’s transforming might
Can usher them to His power and strength
For their liberation along sanctification toward genuine freedom.*
Losing the will to survive…
They are stuck in despair
Wavering in their misery.
We who are assured with God’s promises
Can counsel them thru His mercy and wisdom
For their peace along joy braced upon the Lord’s triumph.
*Romans 6:22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.
November 24, 2018
10th place, "Best Free Verse From November 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 12/23/2018.
You’re our Creator, God, and we’re Your creation
Thanks for reaching down to us for our sure salvation
To offer us Your fellowship of sweet heaven’s jubilation…
We’re Your people heading toward Your set glorious transformation.
You’re our Potter, God, and we’re Your clay
Thanks for designing us according to Your way
To shape us up by Your fellowship we can experience everyday…
We’re Your people living as vessels of honor while in Your plan we stay.
You’re our Master, God, and we’re Your servants
Thanks for calling us by Your immutable covenants
To include us in Your fellowship along Your reward-grants…
We’re Your people laboring with contentment against vanity-wants.
You’re our Head, God, and we’re Your body
Thanks for cleansing us from sinfulness’ malady
To perfect us in Your fellowship with Your truth so sturdy…
We’re Your people, waiting for You; and for Your coming, ever ready.
You’re our Leader, God, and we’re Your followers
Thanks for enabling us to obey You and Your orders
To bring us into Your fellowship upward maturity towers…
We’re Your people, living by faith, striving to be biblical defenders.
You’re our Vine, God, and we’re Your branches
Thanks for upholding us steadfastly midst stormy glitches
To nurture us with Your fellowship that spiritually enriches…
We’re Your people, bearing fruits by Your love, grace and mercy’s touches.
You’re our Shepherd, God, and we’re Your sheep
Thanks for delivering us out from death-valley’s deep
To carry us to Your fellowship where our hearts You safely keep…
We’re Your people*, trusting You from the time we awake till we sleep.
*Romans 11:2 God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.
June 3, 2018
4th Place, "People" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 6/10/2018.
When the Righteous strive
the People Rejoice
Speak me In thy Freedom Voice
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Come now thy fountain
barest waters for thee
to drink
speak me in your freedom voice
Prayers that speak of
drought and floods
effect to all
just not the lords
speak me in your freedom voice
oh ye where who speakest me
that my strength in human decency
speak me in your freedom voice
On those common grounds
to what we believe
that the blessing of nourishment
in the fields and trees
speak me in your freedom voice
lands make food for us to eat
our rich textiles creates
to cloth our way
speak me in your freedom voice
Speakest me in your freedom voice
to forge my way this day on
Speakest thee in your freedom voice
might my ear hear your song
speakest me in your freedom voice
that tomorrow is a day new
speak me in your freedom voice
which paths we look to do
That seeds shall be sown
and harvest stored
that roofs be built
and new ways explored
speak me in your freedom voice
might I understand
speak me in your freedom voice
might I see it clear
Speak me in your freedom voice
oh what song you sing
speak me
speak me
please speak me!
might my hands carees your face
ignorest me that my labors
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Believers are called to use their freedom
not for selfish indulgence,
but to serve others in love,
acting as servants of God
Poets That We Are…
Poets are umbilical cords—
chosen links of the pregnant mind
and its births—amniotic guardians
of the poetic descendent.
As mere servants of the word,
we cannot be more of an apostle
than that of: Humble.
Let us who write, worthily walk
in our own integrity;
man judges—The Most High chooses.
We’ve been blessed with the creativity
of the griots and muses of our own reality.
No longer must we let ourselves be led astray;
rather, let us forever write truth each blessed day.
When the keyboard, cobwebbed in silence,
ceases to ink, let not stillness miscarriage the word;
and may our creativity become like Lazarus.
What better way to describe psychological warfare,
It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there.
Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust and unfair.
Throughout the ages, a war of words. We must be aware.
Julius Caesar had wildly exaggerated tales of his victory,
recited by servants in the streets of Rome, such trickery.
Napoleon used fake newspapers to convince an army,
of Austrian soldiers to give up and surrender harm free.
World war one saw both sides conducted air drops,
Over enemy lines to damage morale, pulling out all stops.
A German leaflet to the American soldiers said:
Stay in the war and chances you will get out of it dead.
During world war two militaries were using radio to do this.
UK targeted Nazi forces. Germany returned it without a miss.
Axis Sally aimed at US women, saying their men were sacrificed.
Being killed on orders of Roosevelt as he was profit enticed.
The Japanese spread propaganda via a station called Radio Tokyo,
Meant to demoralize American and allied soldiers on the show.
An English speaking Japanese woman called Orphan Anne speaks.
Many women performed this task, and their popularity grew in peaks.
Our troops called them all, Tokyo Rose, the show was called Zero Hour.
The voices would say : “Japanese soldiers love to watch you cower.
They are safe in their hiding places and caves with food and comfort too.
Your bombs can’t touch them, as they patiently wait to slaughter you.”
Propaganda came via American voices calling our soldiers boneheads,
Zero Hour became popular. The amusement of allied soldiers spreads.
Tokyo Rose became well known as she taunted the soldiers on her own.
The 2020’s, propaganda has matured and with social media has grown.
Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of the mayor and his servants.
Waiting to be spent, on the next stage of their journey up
From a city of tents, it makes grim reading i'd say from
What I've heard..Seems like the everyday Americans are
Being driven out like a herd..Now I think i've come across that
Term before.? Like in a plan oft derided.' Gets me wondering even more.
On what has really been decided.??
"Isaac’s servants dug in the valley and discovered a well of fresh water there. But the herders of Gerar quarreled with those of Isaac and said, “The water is ours!” Genesis 26:19-20
Do you hear argument’s doorbell?
Jealousy causes a groundswell
like a sink hole.
Antagonists are raising hell
over an underground bombshell
greed's sordid goal.
Contentious opinions foretell
what sounds like a solemn death knell.
Isaac would bid anger farewell;
he'd forgo harm, refuse to yell,
showing control.
He'd breathe deeply, hot air expel
before maddening tempers swell.
Like him, extol
peacetime; just dig another well;
be forgiving. Ring freedom's bell.
oh it could of been
the armored car,
or it could of been
the gun,
instead it was the Germans
that's were it all begun,
CHORUS
,
banks in gambling money,
they ignored
the peoples plea ,
sold off the Irish
human rights,
to protect their dignity,
the government
our christian rights,
as they moved
the vatican out
jobs now ten a penny ,
this reward
is what we got
,CHORUS
tax there is on everything ,
down to air we breathe,
sick they lie
on trolleys,
as in poor
St Vincent helps them out,
oh leave us
a little on the bone,
as our children
are our future,
ohh whats this bloody nonsense
taxes on our shite ,
as we all struggle hard
in life,
CHORUS
we are the fighting irish,
who fought hard
to keep invaders out,
now tax
the ruling government
with wages way to high,
bring back the armoured car ,
and the f---ing gun
the land of saints and scholars ,
thats were i am from,
we are the servants
of the rich,
who get very little pay
all we get is cuts and more
they gamble
each and every day
CHORUS
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a song i wrote
~Dedicated write to the name of Sunlite Wanter~
Sunlite Wanter
it is dawning;
Taunting…
The night has to go away,
shine ever bright sunlight pave our way;
~
Through parted valleys and water ways;
Powers inviting,
God create in me to stay;
And watch you universal skies displays;
I wonder where the sun is gonna light today;
In AWE, you say…
~
As I sunlight wanters O God please shine this way;
O’ a sunlit wanter heavens and earth shall pass,
but God’s anointing light His grace shall shine always;
Rainbows of promise, Beautiful lights;
Radiant droplets of prisms watered delight;
And as I further envision,
I keep on living walking through this darkness;
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Father God oh!
My sweet Lord sunlight,
I want to gather light;
As I envision my new decision is to walk on through the night,
Shine on Lord God powers bright light hold me ev’er so tight;
As we your servants wander in wonder bout the brilliant light!
8/17/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A dedicated Verse to Poet SUNLITE WANTER
Today's world rejects absolute truth
everything's relative to one's thoughts
nobody wants truth as God declared
rather pleasing themselves to fit their slot
In Jesus trial before Pilate himself
Pilate's feet planted firmly in mid-air
rejecting God's truth out of hand
dismissing divine scripture without a care
Our feet needs planted solid on God's truth
believing and holding firmly to it four square
for Jesus came to testify of this fact
even when to absolutely hold it is so rare
Truth is not the world's it's divine
it's what God says it truly is
truth is never plural always singular
it's immutably unchangeable never to miss
Truth is powerful abiding forever
always right so never to be wrong
Jesus declared all who are of the truth
listens to His voice so very strong
God's truth is not heard audibly
it's so much louder than that
we reject it at our peril
God is truth absolute that's a fact!
(Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world. If my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have been fighting, that I might not be delivered over to the Jews. But my kingdom is not from the world.” Then Pilate said to him, “So you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say that I am a king. For this purpose, I was born and for this purpose, I have come into the world—to bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.” Pilate said to him, “What is truth?”)
John ch. 18 vs. 36-38 (ESV)