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I'm standing on the grasslands surrounded by trees
I'm looking for my Father Shepherd I am lost amongst the leaves
Wandering aimlessly
My mind is frozen my heart pounds, crazy I'm lost
I cried aloud to the winds carry my voice
Wandering aimlessly
Why did I remove myself from the other children
Why did I wander off the straight and narrow path
Eyes wide open in the light but yet I fell into the dark
Walking aimlessly I'm lost but then the grasses in the trees of this life's park
Lit lighted days alone in earthern dark lost
Abundantly I see nothing but the trees aimlessly I stare
Earnestly I glare where has my Father gone
Yeah! I realized I'm here alone
I hear whisper or faint voice (child be not afraid ! You're not alone and Why have you gone?)
It tells me His voice son you're not lost it was your choice
You let go of my hand
And here you stand
In your mind you are alone
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I am wandering away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
But open up your spirit's heart yeah that part
Now you realize that I have been here all along
Child I am your Shepherd father God that I never leave you alone
Ford is high your shipping father God it was you who have wandered off from me alone
So now we together holding hands
In a new dance, new praise we sing
We are walking hand in hand together on this earthern valley trails
In my following of Jesus we walk with the Shepherd Father no longer lost in this worlds trails
03/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Big confusing words belie
how the essence of good design
is being simple, succinct, accurate and precise!
It's not conceptualizing, brainstorming,
envisioning, strategizing, theorizing,
or hypothesizing!
But, being clearly focused on the straight and narrow path
to elegant simplicity in design,
With nothing left to add,
nothing unnecessary left to take away.
Strangely, the path to keeping it simple
can involve many complex phases and diversions.
With many trials and errors made to eliminate
all the unnecessary stuff,
to get to the core of the problem,
and the kernel for the solution.
Keeping it simple
is the ultimate sophistication in design,
showing clarity of thought, in understanding the problem
and striving for ultimate elegance of
smart simplicity in design.
Jesus is my brother
Jesus is my friend
Jesus is my saviour
He will be with me till the end
Jesus walks beside me
Everywhere I go
He holds my hand and guides me
He will never let me go
Jesus gave his life for me
He suffered on the cross
Nailed up there in agony
Our gain was Marys loss
He loves me as a brother
And I love him too
But it wasn't just for me he came
He also died for you
I will walk the path he leads me
I will try hard not to stray
But if I do he'll gently take my hand
And keep me in the way
Yes Jesus is my brother
My friend and saviour too
As I walk that straight and narrow path
I hope you are on it too
This life of joy and sorrow, weighs heavy on a fragile soul.
Waiting ever till tomorrow, for broken hearts being made whole.
Like autumn leaves of papered gold, promises scattered on the ground.
Dreams of childhood are bought and sold, to corporate prisons we are bound.
Loving families are torn apart, children reach out for their mother.
We're born to worship from the start, the gods of gold and no other.
Sometimes at night you can still hear, People say His forbidden name.
For death we will no longer fear, and lift the burden of our shame.
If we would have just turned our head, and walked that straight and narrow path.
Sleeping peacefully in our bed, not evoking the masters wrath.
Time will tell if mercy we'll see, like the stars shining from above.
A savior that will set us free, and from heaven rain tears of love!
One dark and stormy night, when half my life lay behind me ?I wandered from the straight and narrow path too far.
And took my heart for a ship’s compass
All through the darkness, I followed no course, no path but my own. ?
With only unlimited darkness before me
Above that darkness, there was no guiding star. ?
That had once guided kings and shepherd alike. ?
When you are born blind only the darkness can see your way.
While death’s cold hands pluck at one's terrors and fears.?
Gladly the dreads I felt are too dire to retell,
The hopeless, pathless, lightless times forgotten,
I turn my tale to that which next befell,
When the true dawn opened
and the dark night was no longer my guide.
Paraphrased from the opening to Dante's Inferno.
Obsessions
Madness ?, Walking.
Insanity ?, Talking.
Life has not always been a walk in the park,
more often than not - a long and winding road
through the shadows - not hidden by the dark.
Life has not always been on the straight and narrow path,
but it is a journey that one takes towards a trail
that will lead one towards the end of a long lane,
a lane that egresses the lush green of life's adventures,
away from all that led one into those desolate lands,
of deserts - dry, mountain tops - cold, north and south poles -
earth's ends, outer space - life anew - no more a heavy load.
B.J."A" 2
September 21st 2009
Granite-hearted politicians
tossing our lives and minds
onto election year bonfires.
Flicking tongues- fanning blazes
veiling their throbbing lies
building dead-end mazes.
"Fixing" problems of their own making...
slinging toxins without solutions
Masking our voices with concoctions.
Forcing us to breathe in beltway pollution...
We the citizens, turned into treadmill jesters.
Juggling dirty masks and happy pills.
One swamp is drained while the other one fills...
Maggots writhing over star-spangled meat.
Do we untether the talon of revolution
This is no time for silence and timidity.
Maybe it's a time for some reflection and prayer.
To turn yet another rosy cheek...
Where are the Gandhis in our time of need.
Where is the blossom of Jerusalem to cool burning seed?
When will we get to see our brave and selfless King?
To lift us high up from this pit of self-pity and greed.
Steer us gently onto the straight and narrow path.
Back into the golden-hearted dream...at last.
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
Years ago, I indulged, all my temptations
But now I've made, the straight and narrow, path my way
As I sit here in church, I'm at a loss for my words
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
The glass is stained, so they, can't see in
And pass judgement on all those inside
We're not here because we are perfect
And many here still can't swallow their pride
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
We're all trying to repent for our mistakes
I ain't been washed in the blood
But I still feel His love
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
When I walked in, it was like, that old barroom
Everyone there beside me knew my name
Well there's Jimmy who still smells like liquor
But who am I to ever pass the shame
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
We're all trying to repent for our mistakes
I ain't been washed in the blood
But I still feel His love
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I'm just hopin' to find a way to be saved
Don't judge me cause we've all fallen from grace
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
Your continued forgiveness
Is beyond my ability to comprehend.
I’m not worthy of the price you paid
No one is.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Stumbling in the dark too much
Yes, that path is wide and comfortable.
It is not where my spirit wants to be,
But my weak flesh drags my soul there.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
When I flee the dark for light
I feel as I’m crossing the Red Sea.
A wall of temptation on my left and right,
A dry, straight, and narrow path before me.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
When I reach the shore of the righteous
I pause long enough to watch the walls of water
Continue to wash away the dark fleshly things.
My spirit rejoices in the lighted path, where it wants to be.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Thanks for your Word,
Thanks for the Holy Spirit,
Thanks for prayers,
Thanks for forgiveness,
Thanks for the lighted path.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Copyright © Robert Moore, February 4, 2020