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An open eye is why I see, and I think about the trues;
but this open eye, close I try …
Serendipitous Blues.
My thoughts do race to make a case and find all the clues;
but I did the chase and found the face …
Serendipitous Blues.
This image burned from what I learned, and I can’t stop the muse;
but now it’s yearned for what once was, returned …
Serendipitous Blues.
For who would dictate this path so straight, so I cannot choose;
and make me irate with this fate …
Serendipitous Blues.
In a world of vanity to become this sanity is nothing but a ruse;
and yet this clarity has no parity …
Serendipitous Blues.
Serendipitous Blues …
BORN IN THE SMALL TOWN
DEEP IN THE HEART OF, MISSISSIPPI
WAS A YOUNG COUNTRY SINGER
NAMED ELVIS PRESLEY
YOU WERE A MAN WITH SOUL
YOUR SONGS FILLED WITH EMOTION
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR WORK
BEING PURE DEVOTION
THROUGH A CHANGE OF HABIT
YOU BECAME A ROCK N ROLL STAR
YOU ARE THE KING
NUMBER ONE BY FAR
THROUGH THE YEARS OF
LOVE ME TENDER, LOVE ME TRUES
TEDDY BEAR SONGS AND G.I. BLUES
YOU STOLE OUR HEARTS
AND PUT OUR MINDS AT REST
IN YOUR ROUSTABOUT WAYS
YOU ARE THE BEST
AFTER THE ARMY YOU PACKED UP YOUR TEAM
ONCE WILD IN THE COUNTRY
YOU HAD TO FOLLOW THAT DREAM
YOU STARRED IN SUCH MOVIES AS
STAY AWAY JOE
CLAMBAKE AND CHARRO
EASY COME, EASY GO
AFTER GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
WE WERE VERY IMPRESSED
BUT JAILHOUSE ROCK
WAS ONE OF YOUR BEST
KISSIN’ COUSINS AND SPIN OUT
BOTH WERE NOT BAD
THEN THERE’S VIVA LAS VEGAS
AND KID GALAHAD
LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE
IT HAPPENED AT THE WORLDS FAIR
HARUM SCARUM AND TICKLE ME
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY WHAT A PAIR
PARADISE, HAWAIIAN STYLE FUN
IN ACAPULCO TOO !
BLUE HAWAII, GIRL HAPPY
SPEEDWAY AND LOVING YOU
FROM KING CREOLE
TO A FLAMING STAR
I’M STUCK ON YOU
WHERE EVER YOU ARE
NOW WE ARE IN DOUBLE TROUBLE
YOU LEFT US SO FAST
BUT I’LL REMEMBER YOU
PRESENT, FUTURE OR PAST YOU
THRILLED THE AUDIENCE
WITH THAT SPECIAL TOUCH
THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS
THEY LOVED YOU TOO MUCH
NOW I’M ALL SHOOK UP
AND FEELING BLUE
CAUSE I CAN’T HELP
FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
YOU WERE A YOUNG MAN
THE AGE OF FORTY TWO
WE’LL NEVER FORGET
THE WONDER OF YOU.
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Jesus died on a wooden cross as
the first sin came from a tree
as this was the initial biblical prophecy
His hands were punctured for
the fruit Eve hand picked
His side pierced for that's where Eve arose from
fully equipped
the adversary tries to destroy
the promises of God
to make a mockery of
what came from His heart
but we know that Jesus's crucifixion
was the atonement for man's sin affliction
His feet were perforated as
Eve's seed crushed the serpent dead
the crown of thorns, the curse of creation
Jesus wore on His head
the cross of death that came from the tree of life
the sacred blood shed the ultimate sacrifice
the adversary trues to destroy
the promises of God
to make a mockery of
what came from His heart
but we know that Jesus's crucifixion
was the atonement for man's sin affliction
Jesus was placed back on the tree
to atone for the first sin
God's self-fulfilling prophecy for mankind to amend
for the judgment following the trespass
brought condemnation
and the free gift of Jesus
became the justification
the adversary tries to destroy
the promises of God
to make a mockery of what came from His heart
but we know that Jesus's crucifixion
was the atonement for man's sin affliction
what the adversary uses to foil
God uses to fulfill
for that which is holy
can never be killed
His hands punctured. His side pierced
His feet perforated
On the tree of life, He died to atone
for the sin man had created
Yes, the adversary tries to destroy
the promises of God
to make a mockery of the love
that came from His heart
But we all know that Jesus's crucifixion
Was the atonement for man's sin affliction
The cross of death that came from the tree of Life
the sacred blood shed
the atonement
the ultimate sacrifice
Your love is likening a bed, at home;
With four posts as legs represents the world you see;
And the sheets on top are the skies, (blue skies)
God you are the bed I want to lie in;
Covering my lot, filed with trues;
Your the blanket that keeps me warm;
As the comforter
You keep me secure
And the blanket keeps me worm as the comforter releases its own;
From the sun to the vast reaches of space;
God you're the bed I want to lie in;
Because you keep me from danger and all harm;
In my lot, filled with the trues;
And I don't want you to stop;
No, NO, No;
Your love is liken a bed at my home;
You keep me rested safe and warm;
Father, God you are the bed I want to lie in;
And the blanket keeps me warm as the comforter releases its own
From the sun to the vast reaches of space;
Your like a small plate a springtime, breakfast with bacon and eggs;
God you're the bed, the bed I want to lie in;
So that you can keep me warm;
Lay down my burdens;
I lay down my troubles now;
I rest here and I am no longer tired now;
Your love is liken a bed at my home;
You keep me safe and rested and warm;
I just want to be blessed and received;
God you are the bed I want to lie in;
written by James Edward Lee Sr. Aug 10 2011
taken From my anthology " The Writings On the Wall" 2011(c)
Words
Distinct meaningful element
of my shared thought gradient
Given to me from Abba God
Expression ionic way etymology
A sense of trues
My words means those
That are designed
Words alone means not?
Words prompt mandates
Instruct give the green light
The high sign decree
Signals order express
Linguistics theatrical
In speech or writing
Forms sentences gathered
TOGETHER letters in the same space
Written, spoken or printed idiom
Turn a phrase vocable
Appellation
Word
It was simple it is simple
"Those words to be heard"
Listen be of understanding
Even in your own interpretation
Whether you agree or disagree
In freedom my words my anomaly
These the words that I write
I write these words
Rhythmic rhythms I'm these
Open colored rhymes a
Two too four formed
Words of encouragement
After and always
I co-collaborate with God first
infused the letters combined the words
To phrase the sentences paragraphs
it is simple-
"These the words to be heard"
After which I just "Write On"
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
O’ Lord my heart,
My heart, my heart is ever confident
Confident in you;
Your truths, your trues are receivable, believable…
And I My God, my heart ever confident in you;
Your believable, believable you are ever so true;
And all I wanna to do
Every moment is just sing your abundant praise;
In you and songs, psalms and hymns;
All I want to do on this plain and the next (heaven) is sing your praises
Forever…
As I must be an example to them by doing good things…
Trying to do the good works of every kind;
That everyone may look;
For it’s not me O Lord, let everything I do reflect the real you;
The integrity within your love, your life and teaching- Alleluia
O' Lord my heart let everything reflect the real you
4/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Psalm 57:7 NLT & 1 Thessalonians 4:11
It was like smooth operating tools
of a well-oiled machine that was
providentially placed in motion.
Like the birthing of a one-act play,
The curtains of God opened wide
for all the world to see.
The time had fully come,
and the stage was set.
The time had arrived for each
participant to play their role.
The greatest secret was to be
revealed in a very small town.
The A N G E L S broke the headline news to
SHEPHERDS who became good news carriers.
A special S T A R was on time shinning
the light and guiding every step of the
W I S E M E N whose role was to give,
to worship, and to take their exit.
There was an evil-eyed K I N G ever-ready
to destroy anything or anybody posing a
threat to his kingdom. The S C R I B E S,
steeped in knowledge and understanding
of the Scriptures, became revealers of
eternal trues. The I N N K E E P E R
would be forever remembered as one
unable to provide or create room for
the birth of our savior. Were this a play,
the curtains would now close on Act 1 of a
never-ending story about the King of Kings.
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Raggle Taggle gypsy boy
born somewhere different
in the countryside, though
not far from a big city.
Hanzi, at the age of eight
he used to live as a gypsy boy,
going from here to there
and everywhere.
He has never had the chance
to go to school, but he loved to dance,
sing and playing the bagpipes.
His father used to take him to the pubs
on the back of the horse up and down
drinking and singing until the dawn.
As his father was usually drunk,
Hanzi used to take him home
one night after night.
Engaged to the instruments he
practised every day when time
gave him the chance.
Poor raggle taggle gypsy boy,
he was so depressed but
talented as nobody.
He was an adult boy at his early age.
He left his routine and went
to the outskirts of Glasgow
as a raggle taggle gypsy boy.
He played his music begging
on the streets, violin, pipes, flute
and more, only for peanuts
and applauses.
Hanzi wanted another life,
far from the one he had before.
Many years after dancing
from here to there,
he was playing in a pub in Glasgow
when he met this princess.
Leah was her name,
very rich lady lost in the night cocktails,
looking for youngsters
gypsies to spend her live with.
Hanzi embraced her as a friend,
never as a lover, he was poor but honest.
He was only twenty and he wasn't in love.
Leah didn't care,
she saw a raggle taggle gypsy boy
going to somewhere in his life
and she joined him to follow his star.
Something to sing praises to
Something so much to be thankful for
This is why I must sing
Why, I must sing
Why, I must sing and shout, telling the whole world about...Jesus
Like a newlywed couple in their brand new house;
When a robust cleaver kitten now a cat catches that mouse;
They all have something to sing and praise about. . .
Something to sing praises to;
Now He created me and gave me life;
The He is God and I'm so excited;
Lift His name and His praise and His love high
Praise HIm high, Praise Him high
He gives me sonethin to sing praises to;
He's the creator of all me and you;
Now what are you gonna do, lift Him High, lift Him high;
And this too is something jto sing about;
Somethin to sing praises to
And I,m so glad yes glad that He created you
praise HIm high, lift HIm high
And this too is something to sing about
He gave His life
He gave us unconditional love, Jesus died for us
He gave His life;
God gave me life;
And this too is something to sing about;
He gave all and everything ture;
And this too is something to sing about
Blessing upon blessing yes eve you
Good fortune and all AHhh Ahh Ahh
All above all around this earth
He's given us trues and freedom abundantly
That's why I call on Him...
And this too is something to sing about
blessing and seasoned it with His love
And this too is something to sing about on and on
here we go on over and over forever for ever again
Something to sing praises to
So much to be thankful for
This is why I (we) must sing and shout
What am I gonna do (wha't ya gonna do)
He brings me up when I fall
He's always there when I call
So much to be thankful for
This is why I (we) must sing and shout
What am I gonna do (wha't ya gonna do)
He brings me up when I fall
He's always there when I call
I'm yet still in awe I've got
Something to sing praises to
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
July 25 2007 (c)
from Anthology " Something to Sing Praises To "2007(c)
Another spent night for another day to adore
Delighting in your company, loving your presence near.
Moments spent with you are the ones I live for
Cherished so much, holding them in my heart so dear.
Gone through the necessary heartbreak to become
Happiness in what used to be loneliness in tears
Been through so much for even more to gain from
A Life of dream come trues void of our insecure fears.
It has been such a short time and already a lifetime we lived
Feeling down in times parted, lifted up finding our way
To be together and whole, always us we did miss
Unable to imagine being parted one more day.
We make promises we want to keep for our lives
To be one happily lived together in love
We plunge into a chance of belief if we try
Knowing our love will prove to be just enough.
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