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Jesus Christ came into this world
a world thinking sacrificial giving was enough
for God to accept their daily offering
but the almighty's holiness rejects their stuff
For Jesus declared when on the earth
sacrifice and offering God did not desire
instead the preparation of a body
that was filled with divine holy fire
In this body God placed His own son
only begotten full of grace and truth
taking on the sin of this world
all our iniquities from our youth
In this Christ we see the father
the one who authored our redemption
paid by Christ's holy perfect sacrifice
for Jesus was our merciful substitution
This sacrifice accomplished once for all
what all the law demands could never do
God then could declare sinners righteous
for His holiness was satisfied perfected anew
Sinners, Publicans – Pharisees, Scribes
Unto neither of these could I ever subscribe
For I read of both groups in the scriptures each day,
And both make me feel to exclaim when I pray,
“God, I thank thee, that I’m not as other men are,
Like those sinners and publicans - God keep me far
From their damnable words and their damnable deeds,
And more so than this – Oh God, keep me free
From those gosh awful Pharisees - they above all
Are the worst kind of folks who are destined to fall.
But rather God keep apart from these men
And I promise that things will go on as they’ve been
Fasting two times a week, paying tithes of my gain
Doing all that I do, but I need not explain
For Thou knowest all this, and the time has come when
I must wrap this prayer up, and close with amen”
No, I’ll never be like anyone from those tribes
Not like Sinners and Publicans, Pharisees, Scribes
For I’m nothing like they. No, my time is well spent
Me, a just soul who has no need to repent
Reference:
Luke 18: 10-14
Luke 15:7
Christmas of loved ones in Heaven* is blessed jubilation
Since such is wondrously grand celebration
With God the Father Who planned mankind’s salvation
Indeed the omnipotent Author of sovereign destination…
Oh, there they feast on the riches of divine compassion
So grateful for His faithfulness beyond comprehension
In rescuing sinners from hell’s condemnation!
Christmastime in Heaven of loved ones is blissful satisfaction
Since they are in fellowship around the Giver of redemption
With Jesus Christ Who was born for transgressors’ regeneration
Indeed the way, the truth, and life’s victorious perfection…
Oh, there, they bask under delight of worship-exaltation
So praise-filled for His precious sacrifice toward glorification
In offering eternal gift that’s worthy beyond imagination!
Gathering in Heaven of loved ones is sublime commemoration
Since they acknowledge together the Deity’s merciful function
With the Spirit of truth and illumination
Indeed actualizing hope midst faith’s realization…
Oh, there, they cease not to thank the Almighty, sans hesitation
So humbled for granted pardon as well as pure justification
In transforming lives toward new-creation’s optimization.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
December 25, 2022
1st place, "Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
Judged on 12/31/2022.
THE VOICE IS IN THE RAIN
Therre's something soltly speaking into my ear
I can't explain
I just accept that it's...
The voice in the wind
It's the voice in the rain
Ever calm
the wind is blowing around
Sounds of worship
Son is rising, the Son is rising now
The choices are yours
let your voice be heard
and in the quite glare of the sun
I will be the only one
to hear the voice that is in the rain
I love things of Jesus
Father won't you come
I'll follow when you come
Quiet storm
The air is crisp and clean
Sinners and saits running doing their daily means
Earth moving spinning around, round
Every one talks bout being heaven bound
People hurting all over the world
Some are sheldom ever heard
Children, elderly are they being cared for
The truth isn't found in the physical realm
Let's all hail
Jesus, for His voice...
the voice is in the rain
11/15/16
WORDS by: James Edward Lee Sr.2016©
We as sinners, want to impress–
how weak would we appear to admit we regress.
So we remain hidden behind a happy face;
Stoic in appearance–weakness never showing a trace.
Feeling alone, we are fearful and weak–
hiding the true face, never admitting defeat.
But the Lord knows our battle with that old nature,
the ways we puff up to look big in stature.
If we could fully realize the liberty found only in Him,
and possess the freedom that Christ did win;
Our knees would crumble, to the ground we would fall,
and the Spirit of grace will lift us to Whom we are called.
Remember this and our face will shine;
that God looks on His and says, “you are Mine!”
With our childlike voices, lets admit our need,
knowing it is only in Jesus, one is truly freed.
Praise Jesus Christ!
Who died on the Cross;
Without Thy great Sacrifice
We would all be lost.
From birth until death
You lived on this earth;
Enduring our suffering
To prove Love's worth
Though the sinners were many,
And the darkness was great;
You died to forgive us,
To open Heaven's Gates.
Not three days passed
And You continued Your Plan.
Freed the souls of Purgatory
Down to every last man.
Then You descended to Hell
To address the evil within.
Cast Satan into the abyss
Along with his shackles of sin.
You rose out of the tomb-
A sight to behold!
Your Visage was shining
Even brighter than gold.
After 40 days
You Ascended up high.
You departed from Earth,
As You rose into the sky.
From thence it was said
You would come again.
To Judge everyone
At the very End.
Humanity is selfish;
Ingratitude everywhere.
I bet sometimes it seems
Like nobody cares.
I know You probably don't hear this much,
But I'd like to say thanks
For all that you did for us,
So we might join the heavenly ranks.
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being here;
And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus Christ;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is great, God is good;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for creating us;
remember, remember it's His mercy and grace;
remember, just remember He creator of all space;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good;
God is, God is good, God is great;
God is great,
God is good;
Let us thank Him for being Him;
Remember, just remember it's Him who died for us;
Remember, just remember He allow Jesus to die on the cross;
To save all sinners lost, to redeem all mankind cause...
God has forever love for us....
God is great,
God is good;
God is good
God is, God is good
God is great
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 1974,2017
from demo "All Alone "© 1974
July 12 1974
Sound Recorders ™
Maybe it’s unacceptable
Live a life capable of a true fable
True friends never end
But take you back to where it all began
But hey misery gave us something to believe in
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin
Never once cried over the loss
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton
But I ain’t trippin
Simply because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
That’s right until my dying day
True lost souls from the dark side
Forever, we as mortals ride
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time
Rebels in riot lines
Previous high school graduates
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates
How could you hesitate to ask
There’s no stranger under this mask
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me?
I want to get away, forever restless
You can see my similarities with the ocean
I’m stress less
Because this is me until my dying day
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay
I’m going to be the same until my dying day
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay
My son, my friend
We are but pieces of eternity
Mesh on, mesh off
Even at our best times we’re soft
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision
On a one man mission
And I know I don’t come around much
Got my palms in reality
Searching for something softer to touch
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush
And Hell only flatters me
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees
You’re in the arms of a future me
And I can’t see heaven from a distance
Fire me over clouds like a piston
Marching through blood
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse
Stand still let me mark my spouse
Live my life as an outcast
How could you even picture me at my last?
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us
No need to borrow sympathy
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me
A Sinner
As I sit here contemplating this time in our lives
When everything wrong is right, and everything right is portrayed as wrong.
Some people in our society have proclaimed our lives as a lie
Our thinking is biased, and our feelings as unimportant.
They have viewed our morals and our beliefs as shallow, unappealing, and half-truths.
They have taken what we have been taught (justice, reliability, and truth– as -
Lies, unjustified, and untrustworthy and lies.
To actually legalize drugs-
To legalize immoral living-
To applaud murder-
To minimize genocide-
And wonder why there is so much killing, dying, murdering, suiciding, extirpating
and immortalizing all around us
It is not that hard to see that we’ve moved away from why we are at war and removed from home.
Or why we are alive - or- why we are here–
And what we are supposed to do with our lives, and who is on our side.
Man is playing God, trying to take life out of god’s hand, doing things their way.
Man has stopped listening to the only voice that deserves to be heard- Our redeemer-
And you wonder why there is so much chaos in the world-
After all, I am just sitting here contemplating this time in our lives- who am I to judge anyone-
For, I too am a sinner-
In your eyes I see love
You are me and I am you
We are all a part of the same face
As I embrace you all hope I embrace
For myself and for our world
We are the consciousness of creation
The voice of divine consecration
We speak for the unspeakable
And for the unspeaking
Our sounds form meanings
Around our thinking
Transforming our noise into
Structural love
Resonating with the grasses below
And the shifting clouds above.
We are the walking living music
Of God’s unfolding creation
The ticking of perpetual clocks,
The beating of eternal hearts.
We are love, we are music.
We are all the world’s parts,
Filled with the voices of countless angels,
Within you there are all the world’s seas
All the suns of the universe
All the stars of every night’s sky
We are the flowering of time
The roses along the road,
The white fences running along
Blue sky-filled ponds below the hills
The winds of the desert
The grey evening fog
The white morning rain,
The cries of children,
The smoke of the passing train,
The last breath of life
The last days of summer,
The first days of spring,
All laughter, all rhyme,
All space, all time
In you I see before the beginning,
In you I see after you cease,
I see music,
I hear painting,
As I embrace your light
I increase.
You fill my darkness,
I fill your shadows
There is no end to us;
We are eternal
In our exchanges
We dance in this eternity;
And live forever,
If only for even a moment
Here under the olive tree
Where you came to sit with me
In the light of the reflected sea.
I listened to what you said
I understood, I knew
Because I had you already within me
From the top of my head
To deep inside my shoe
We are one.
There was no need to talk
While the strings of the world’s harp
Played golden melodies for us
And saints and sinners
Walked in this eternal music
Under the historic Etruscan sun.