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JESUS THE TRUE VINE
I'm in this world, but I'm not of it;
I'm a dandelion, I am a weed;
Just grass full of sin;
One day I listened to the wind;
One day I listened to the wind;
As it spoken I heard the voice of Jesus say...
Jesus says “I am the true vine;
Yes I am
And my Father is the gardener
Jesus tells us I am the true vine;
And my Father is the gardener
Jesus is the true vine,oh yeah
Jesus is the true vine, yes He is
Jesus is a true vine oh! yes He is
He is my true vine and His Father is the gardener
He is my true vine and His Father is the gardener
Inspired from ~St. John 15:1
9/5/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
For this is how God loved the world:
Oh, this is how God so loved the world;
That He gave
He gave, He gave
Yes, He gave, He gave, He gave
He gave His only
Only
One…
Yes, He gave, He gave His only
Begotten Son
His one and only Son,
so that everyone who believes in Him
will not perish
But
Have
Eternal
LIFE-LIFE
Yes, He gave, He gave, He gave
He gave His only
Only
One…
Yes, He gave, He gave His only
Begotten Son
So that you and I
You and I
I and you
All of humanity
Will be and shall be Saved
Yes, my our Jesus died on the tree
One the cross for you and me
My God’s Son
Emmanuel
Died and hung on the cross
That we might all be free
Free from sin
Free from dead
To live eternally…
For this is how God loved the world:
Oh, this is how God so loved the world;
That He gave
He gave; He gave His Son’s life
For you and I
Hallelujah
St.John 3:16
12/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From the anthology “ Praise Worthy "
I am encapsulated by your love
Dramatized uncleaned in a soap opera
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
We together Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
In The Edge of Night, As the World Turns
In this The Clear Horizon, A Flame in the Wind
Oh, my darling I will promise you anything
Never Too Young, Bright Promise
Though we're The Young and the Restless
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Engulf in those Dark Shadows
As we forever long to be forever, together
Throughout Somerset One Life to Live
As I give, as I give
Witnessing the battles
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
The Doctors at General Hospital have tried to fix my troubled heart
The City for Generations in these long Days of Our Lives
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Those The Nurses helping doctors
Keeping our love heal and sharp
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
Hopes of marriage proclaiming our love
Procreation, producing All My Children
From Texas Santa Barbara
In Port Charles on Sunset Beach
It's Ryan's Hope to win you back Capitol
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
Together we Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
10/03/18
For Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sian St. John
Words are to writers like flowers to bees,
Oil to engines and thank you to please.
They may be as heavy as concrete or lead
Or light as feather and thoughts in our heads.
They may cut like a knife and bite like a snake,
Or purr like a kitten and calm all our aches.
Letters combined in word perfect tense
Lift humanity higher like pauper to prince.
Words are like paint before canvas lay bare
In the hands of the artist, eternity’s there.
Waiting to brush one more story-book tale
From right of nowhere, words take to sail.
With wind from the writer and ink from the pen,
Destinies change for women and men.
From The Iliad and Odyssey to Paine’s Common Sense,
Plato’s Apology to Shelley’s Poetic Defense.
From Genesis to Leviticus and Matthew to St. John,
Aristotle’s Ethics to White’s Trumpet of the Swan.
From the US Constitution to King’s “I Have a Dream,”
Words are to writers as air is to breath.
They transcend human consciousness
And send us well past Mars,
Making movies, plays and music move us
To the moon and stars.
The possibilities are limitless
When words are focused clear;
If one merely stops to think it through:
They’re always waiting near.
It should have said St John’s - with that apostrophe!
So many omit the little mark.
How could they, when its presence or absence
gives us one meaning or the other?
A tenant within these apartments
who is a mysterious lady,
placed the absent apostrophe on that poster,
kept this nighttime act a secret, and crept away.
St John was a saint we remember,
on the twenty-fourth of June:
it’s St John’s Day.
And this little mark marks that.
Without this modest mark, this little apostrophe,
we have a plural, not a possessive.
So how many Johns were there?
Or are these apartments named
after just the one John, as we’re told -
the one that has that little apostrophe?
Often do I wonder who
the mysterious tenant is, the one
who posts missing apostrophes.
(3 Sep 2024)
Dear one, the next time you rest;
Remember you are blessing;
The next time you lay down can you close your eyes;
Dispense with the frowns;
Praise God alive even praise at the top of your lungs;
And as you fall into the Twilight of your slum;
Remember that He's the only one who reads;
Get you up at dawn and that allows you to rest at dusk ;
You are blessed you, are blessed;
Don't transgress;
Don't be upset;
Just rest, rest;
In His arms rest;
Close your eyes sleep;
Be sweet in your sleep;
Let your Slumber be not a one day;
You're a winner,
The beginning in Christ;
Hold on to His praises;
All your angels all around you,
as you whisper melodies remember -
Proverbs 3:24 when you lie down you will not be afraid when you lie down your sleep will be sweet
Psalms 35 I lay down and slept yet I woke up and safety for the Lord was watching over me
Psalms 46:10 be still and know that I am God
Matthew 6:34 so don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will bring its own worries today's trouble is enough for today
Psalms 116 and 7 return to your rest my soul for the Lord has been good to use Psalms 116 + 7 who said with the whales in the shelter of the most high will rest in the shadow of the almighty you are not fear the terror of night nor the arrow that flies by day but he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all his ways
Psalms 91 15911 I will both lay me down in peace and sleep for thy Lord only make it to meet well and safety
Psalm 4 days come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest take my yoke upon you and learn from me but I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest in your souls but my yoke is easy and my burden is light
Matthew's 11:28 through 30 peace I leave with you my peace I give you I do not give to you as the world gives do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid St John 14:27 casting all your anxieties on him because he cares for you Peter 5 & 7 the rest in the quiet rest you are chosen rest you are God's child rest be blessed in your sleep Lord rest be still rest you are God's daughter rest in your blessed be blessed you are his sickness just rest good night
In those streets of
buildings projected
by Frank Lloyd and
Corbusier
I dreamed my dry
landscape ...
In those sumptuous
temples full of mystery,
I dreamed of
the little chapel
of St. John ...
At speedy High Ways, I
dreamed
the trails of xique
xique ...
In the gigantic
parks,
of these
megalopolis, I
dreamed
the backyard of the
caatingas ...
In these blown
Mecca,
I dreamed my
shotgun
from punch to
punch ...
In the night clubs of
high society, I
dreamed
Zé Lagoa
homemade ball ...
I confess that I lived
these worlds,
but I never left home ... !
Xique - xique, Piloseceus polygonus
cactus...
Caatinga : area in the northeast of Brazil
semi-arid, scrub forest
Our appetite wanted more
Bun and cheese, or potted meat sandwich
They were handed out all in a row
From his small room
Its front door slightly ajar
One unbelievable
Kind hand, fed more than four
Reginald led the way and spoke
"Mr. Drummings, yu hav anyting?"
It was rare not hearing locks unlocked
The ringleader was mostly welcome in
Four siblings, four sandwiches, one hand waving us on
He would feed himself in silence
Inside, where
Some unspeakable spirit lurked
Hunger was no joke to Reg. and us
His role of self-reliance
Modeled after same sex
Granny, and Papa, and Mama had no clue
One afternoon, it was just Reg. and I
In the twinkle of an eye, this opening
My stomach gnawed and caved
A chubby hand shooed me on with a wave
I walked toward St. John (our Primary school)
Felt a sudden sickening lonesomeness
Later, much later
The old man lived
In backyard he dwell
Beside body builder's home
His small wooden abode, seemed enough
It sat humbled, beside Reggie's concrete home
Was the old man eased, from his burden?
*
Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down
Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters
Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer
Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues
Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do
So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite
I love You, O Most Lovable,
always-- before and after death
if I lose all my faculties
my heart shall say it with each breath
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by:
"I love You, O m y God, and my only desire is to love You until the last breath of my life. I love You, O my infinitely lovable God, and I would rather die loving You, than live without loving You. I love You, Lord, and the only grace I ask is to love You eternally... My God, if my tongue cannot say in every moment that I love You, I want my heart to repeat it to You as often as I draw breath."
~St. John Vianney (the Curé of Ars)