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I Still stand amazed
how much God loves us
and turns dull days
into bright sunny rays
how he showers us with love and is like water for our soul
how when we are broken he comes every time and makes us whole
no matter how many times life tries to trip us up and tried to make us drop
God is the one who always pulls us up back on top
I thank you Lord for your love so amazing and so divine
and i thank you Lord that you are mine,
thank you that you set us free
but most of all I thank you
that you came and rescued me,
no words can express the gratitude in my heart and how i feel
for you came to save me both spiritualLy and YOU saved me for real
thank you Lord that that your love and protection
you never fail to release
material stuff may of got broken in my home
but yet me and the kids stand still in one piece,
Lord you are so Amazing your love is so divine
I thank you Lord that you are mine. Amen.
The Lord shall increase you more and more you and your children Psalm 115;
14
in fear of the Lord is strong confidence,
and his children shall have a place of refuge, proverbs 14 : 26
And he said, my presence shall go with you, and i will give you rest exodus
33;14
I am the Lord, I have caled you into righteousness, I will also hold you by the
hand and watch over you Issiah 42 :6 Amen.
Dear Brother,
How I wish I could have known you, you wanted to be, the brother with life so planned, so carefree not these memories of you filled with pain but not hidden enough by the rain. You did whatever you could just to live and hide behind your tears. You faced life as hard as it was, pushing each day to the limit just to adjust. When I think of you, I think of myself, how lost we both sometimes seems, but still yet able to chase a dream. Now with your light, which glowed so bright turned off spiritually, you my brother is finally set free. A star in the night, now to help be my guiding light to the things that I know are right. And yes you went too soon, before you could heal from your worldly wounds. But now on today, my sweet dear brother it is ok because God sent you home, he sent you away to a greater place. Away from a world where it seemed you couldn’t win, into Heaven to begin again. This is where I will find you one day, two souls together swept away. Today I take with me: your smile, your laugh, the way you talked, but most of all the love you brought. I must bid a farewell on today, but never forgetting you in any way. You are remembered, you are celebrated. You will be very missed, a heaven-sent kiss from your sister with so much love, now my watching DOVE.
Form:
Have you ever learnt to love the right way;
Have you been shown the truth of what to say;
I stand remorse, been given another chance,
midst a different choice from I AM
I've been given a chance to love
Love
Love again
Music playing in my soul
I crave a beating heart to embrace
I've been given another chance
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
I have relearn to love the right way spiritually Agape;
I have you been shown the truth of what to say, I've prayed spiritually Agape;
I stand remorse, been given another chance, to spiritually Agape
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
midst a different choice from I AM
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Gradually it internalized.
Taking over it mesmerized.
Initially it demonized.
Intense pressure loomed.
A feeling I was doomed.
Festered a previous wound.
Forgiveness given in confession.
I continue to feel recession,
Wavering on deep depression
.
Harder for me to pardon my part,
Lord I will regain a contrite heart.
I seek conscious correction to start.
Turned its back on fidelity.
Guilt enveloped me.
A dark room developed me.
Creating an orb, so negative.
Becoming photosensitive.
Now totally insensitive.
No light to bear to appease.
No way to encourage ease.
Foreboding thoughts in degrees.
All hope was in the past.
To conceptualize at last.
Options now were vast.
No doubt I handled it wrong.
For conscious correction I long.
Demanding that I remain strong.
Resulting in Sadness and Anxiety,
No chance of achieving piety.
Committed to sheer impropriety.
Remorse brings sadness as I regress.
Learning to look back less.
Experiencing an emptiness.
Spiritually watching the future unfold,
Yields a finer perspective to hold.
A stronger conception of bold.
Conscious correction eradicates sorrow.
Seeking a perception of tomorrow.
From a deep engulfing hollow.
Once sadness is finally alleviated.
It should instigate Anxiety to be fated.
Eventually to become abated.
Clear intellection to lead the way.
Knowing it’s not possible to fix yesterday.
The fortitude to hold anxiety at bay.
A past that should not be foretold.
Anxiety, an emotion that should be controlled.
A nervousness I can furtively withhold.
With the reassurance of calm, I can bask.
Positively conscious correction asserts this task.
In addition, nothing else can I justifiably ask.
"May Our Father covering be in the atmosphere above?
Below, in and outside of your dwelling May His Angels surround and protect you,
Your hearts, loved ones always this night.
May Our Father comfort you spiritually, physically?
Letting no pains touch your body.
May the Father's Heart beat flow through you?
Giving you His full peace, joy and love;
Ever so, God bless you, Beloved Sweet Dreams Dear One Goodnight
God bless you, evermore Always, Always. You will sleep very well. You will be refreshed and joyous and embraced in the peace of the Father. You'll awaken in the grace of Jesus in the New Day Dawn
---Quietly True"
I hope I would
find a difference
between cooperative masturbation
and making passionate love
if I could
I wonder if I should
recognize ego's fulfillment
as more leftbrain secularized
and the other
as Old Green EcoSchool sacred
and red-blooded.
I hope a brief career
as a prostitute
was brief because I could not produce
a sultry fascinated look
for commercial leftbrain purposes.
I would not
because I could not
and perhaps it is not a flaw
in character
that the issue of should not
never co-arose.
I also wonder about my brief career
as a model.
I could not produce
the gift of an impassioned smile
for commercial purposes,
or at least not a smile
photographers found resonant,
nor sufficiently resilient
for longer term consumption.
Again, I would not
because I could not
force what my rightbrain felt
should co-arisingly
responsively flow from wealth
of safe and co-relational health,
secular and sacred.
I had a not brief enough career
as a commercial writer
for human development,
childhood
and young adult
and cooperative community development
agencies
for more warm than polite
politically empowering agency.
I could not fail to notice
how commercial professional fundraisers,
also known as competitive Executive Directors,
could not resonantly replace original founders
whose hearts co-empathically arose
with compassion to serve
and live in personal
and familial,
even tribal and global, solidarity
with all poor in spirit
disenfranchised from Earth's sacred nature.
I retired
when I could not fail to notice
I was a white male privileged
commercial writer
for a straight white privileged
corporate culture
no longer even dreaming
of non-commercial solidarity
with those we were white privileged
to serve with increasingly secularized
mediocrity
of indentured servants
rather than rightbrain co-empathically committed
to robustly co-relational
co-passionate
cooperative attachments
Within EarthTribe's unprostituted
organically whole
yet spiritually open
co-empowering relationships.
I wonder if I would
find a difference
between codependent political masturbation,
between Trumpian self-serving administration,
and founding democratic Fathers
making passionate non-commercial love
multicultural compassion
if I could
and should.
And one day
it will be my delight I
shall find another
One my fondest
they're like overshadowing
the particulars
she shall be a particular
spiritually
guided sanctioned by God
One of his brightest
His a Holy daughter
Whom I shall in veil into my delight
I will be excited to be delighted
Blessed and versed
Spiritually called and voiced
inspired by her liberties
Her praise her souls beauty
Why would be invested in this life
I'm confessing I'll wait ...for my future delight my new Holy Wife
3/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
My heart shows human-nature’s sin-colour
Of selfishness tints and arrogance hues
Brightened by scarlet greediness ardour
Stained with lurking false humility’s blues.
Thus, I confess to God Who knows me well
From His omniscience, never can I hide
I thank His pardon of compassion-swell
My heart He transforms thru faith-power’s tide.
Imparted now with divine holiness
By the redemption-blood of the Saviour
My heart spiritually shouts loving kindness
Reflecting, radiating good behaviour.
With a cheerful heart*, glowing in God’s grace
I’ll share blessings’ goodness with every race.
*Romans 6:17 But God be thanked, that ye were the servants of sin, but ye have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you.
December 4, 2018
1st place, "LATE 2018 STANDARD..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2018.
Embracing lips
kisses
Those the crevices
of your heart
Hand holding mouth
Hush!
Delightful lovely are the words
Your ears have heard
kisses
Breath repelling life
test love sharing spirits
Interfacing imperast spiritual intercourse
promenade holy righteous ceremony
Category God's lovely
His breath means life
On angel wings flying
Spiritual shared loves test
Will you be mine nevertheless
Spiritually first would you accept my words
Spiritual kisses
Ms. Miss
Come my anointed one
Chosen are you who are more than love
I ask of you in present of God and all
Would you be my Holy Bride
This be my future Holy Proposal
11/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020