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Have mercy upon me O God sorry!
according to thy lovingkindness according
unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin
For I acknowledge my transgression and my sin is ever before me
But my Lord against thee and thee only have I sinned
correct? and done this evil in your sight right that thy mightest be justified
when thou speaketh and be clear when you judgest me right?Well
I will make my statement clear this is my testimony Behold!
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
Behold thou desirest truth in the inward parts and in the hidden part of me
thou shall make me to know wisdom make me to know joy and gladness
So I can create and you can create in me a clean heart O God and renew a right
spirit within me
Please!
My Nightlife Prayer before leaving my house every time
From ten years old to today a shared emotion
Created in the Truth.
Oh! please, please, hear me, listen
See me, shackled to the dirt
Won't you loose these chains, that bind me
To a life, of pain and hurt
Sing me sweetly, to my slumber
In the darkness of the night
As my nightmares tear asunder
The resolve, left in my fight
Help me, hold it all-together
As the reins, slip from my hands
Tears of sorrow, wet the leather
Only You, Lord, understand
If You show me, what's before me
Will I fear the broken truth
Will a wave of hope, restore me
To the glory of my youth
Am I worthy, of a mention
As in awe, of You, I stand
Will you part my sea of sorrow
Smite my giants, with Your hand
All the rapture of the living
Lies, entombed, among the dead
The promise of the Gold to be
Lies sleeping, in the lead
As a candle, burning brightly
Is mis-shapen, over time
Will You hold me all- together
In Your tenderness divine
Though, I Thirst and I am Hungry
In a Soul, that's growing, cold
I'd not sell You, for their Silver
Nor, betray You, for their Gold
I LOVE YOU WITH MY- eYeS--
Frantically I spy;
Alas I love you from afar
I love you with my eyes
I love your heart, your soul, your mind;
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
All these they do rise
Your on my mind
I love you with my eyes;
A pottery glazed made of clay;
Fashion from God's own hand
Shapen to be a from of beauty
Breath into her beautiful soul her spirit
A love meant only for me
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
I love your heart, your soul, your mind
So beautiful your insides
I love you with my eyes
2/2/19
STANDARD CONTEST 180,
ANY FORM,
ANY THEME, UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Winner # 1. (One of 18)
My heart covered slush
I was naked before Him
And in all my making in this
He saw before me
My essence my trueness
My heart was open unto lewdness
My stain heart
Filthy is my heart
Yet in Him instilling His virtue
Into me I chose to receive
That which Is the righteous of Him
And in my nakedness
I'm surrounded by His pure virtue
My stain heart
Covered in my heart sins of thoughts
As I wash myself thorough
Within the blood of the Lamb
His cleansing nature substance me spiritually
I am not viral exceedingly chasing my sins
Those my sins now are washed away
In my stain heart
I am craving the righteousness
The pureness of His heart
Heart of His Son's spiritual blood flowing through my veins
I am coming forth submerged in the grace
And mercies of my Lord Jesus
Through my naked soul and spirit
I'm cleanse washed made whole in the name of Jesus
No longer worn nor bruised my harden heart soften
Tender and pure safe and secure I am renewed
In a new shapen unstained heart~
12/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
Earth life struggle, soul choice made by free will
Facing turbid winds, inhospitable
Challenges shapen us, upon the anvil
Until love enabled, consciousness stable
With clear light veiled, in this form we stumble
Weary from suffering, that makes us ill
We seek joy and freedom but unable
Earth life struggle, soul choice made by free will
Fears deepen darkness, a cold, clammy chill
In despair, we look to old parables
Seeking an exit from this life downhill
Facing turbid winds, inhospitable
Look not to heavens, for a miracle
Desire the devil, stagnation evil
Flowing like the breeze, make this life simple
Challenges shapen us, upon the anvil
Oh hermit! Know that our heart, love instils
Abide in silence, not mind that babbles
With a mindful eye, each impulse distil
Until love enabled, consciousness stable
Dwelling in the void, ego disable
Delighting each moment, in joyful thrill
Life a play, not a puzzle to juggle
Cessation allows joy to overspill
Earth life struggle, soul choice
01-March-2021
Written for: Rondeau Redouble- Life's Struggles- Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(10 syllables per line checked on PS; refrain 5 words, as specified)
Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
How many times have we heard this?
on TV, in a play, in a movie…
Have you ever read it in the bible?
The very book of life!
He that made all things,
you, me and the trees,
is the true creator.
Sadly the high in chair,
stare into the dark willingly.
They are using You.
Those in the seat of power.
They speak Your precious word,
to bludgeon others into their own belief.
Not the truth at all,
But a miss-happen, miss-shapen, explosion,
of warped possibilities all gone wrong,
culminating in a virus that closed down,
the whole world!
Now we watch as our friends pass.
Now we take note,
if not too late;
that people are worth more than money,
that hurting others is a bad thing,
that killing unborn babies is a sin,
and murder is murder…
regardless of reason.
We need to bow are heads,
and know that our prayers…
are desperate.
This will pass, stay inside, God is real...
The Crowned Dead
The growing of green things,
should concern all of us.
The fires burning in far lands,
can still reach US(a).
There are all kinds of flames.
Not all are hot, some are ice cold.
They drive you to run into the sea,
even as it boils.
Fear of toxicity,
and death by chemical cast-offs,
or delinquent occurrences of stupidity.
The world is slipping closer
to the orbit set at the beginning of time.
Prophesied and foretold,
to the level of awareness,
none will or can be naive.
The plain sight of news,
media playing games,
tiny titans of power...
bereft of might,
and liberty used as a weapon.
The enemies at the door.
Sky buses full of horse droppings,
fraudulent reasons to spread chaos,
further among the peasants...
staring into their TV's for signs,
"They" do not want seen.
What are the number of the sick?
Have you seen the cities of the dead?
They are vacant and made of concrete,
that crack(s) from lack of zoning requirements.
Tainted miss-shapen causes,
to focus not on the Light of tomorrow,
but the darkness of today.
Is this a mirror of what you dished out?
Have you killed others to build your world,
upon theirs?
Beware.
EVER SO LOVELY
I look at you and my eyes smile
Your plumb lips suckulant crisp
Body framed liken an vintage hour glass
Again lips shapen like two strawberrys
Your mind intellect none comes second best
Fitm are your appendites plumb as grapefriut
Beautiful sweet-petite are your tainty feet
I rest my head the the small of your shoulder
The beauty of your mind hard to get over
Your hips run to and fro like a river creek
Men close their mouths when they look at you
Captured and frozen solid by the beauty of you
Skin carmel brown tender as baby skin
Hair dark brown auburn curly long
Just about when I check my vison
Legs as long and lovely as a gazelle
Running, running, ever so lovely
2/20/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
LORD I WANNA BE WHOLE MAKE ME OVER
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Be whole cleanse me white as snow…
Lord I am unworthy, dirty by my choices
Lord I am dirty by my world
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
Lord have mercy blot out y transgressions
I want to do your verdict I’m on your mission
Wash me wash me, thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me from my daily sins
Make me ever so whole again
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
For you are holy and I praise you your name on high
I adorn you for I want to be your child
Against you God and only you Lord have I sinned
And it’s you Lord only you whom I need
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
I’m blessed, Lord give me rest forgive my future now and past transgress
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean
Lord, I’m dirty wash me
Wash me, wash me from my sins
Lord, so dirty am I
Cleanse me my spirit and my soul
Make me, Father cleanse me make me whiter than snow
I wanna be whole, be made o’ver
09/29/10
Inspired from Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010