Long Witnessing Poems
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~O’ GLORY MY GOD’S SWEET NAILS-SWEET TREE JESUS HAD TO ENDURE TOOK ON MY SINS SO HE DIED UPON A TREE
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Nothing but…
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
He died for us
Because He’s in love with us
It’s in God whom we trust
Liturgy sings: Sweet nails, sweet tree where life begins
He’s Lord is firmly nailed to the cross;
He had waited for this for many years;
And this day He is to fulfil His desire
On the 3:00pm hour;
To redeem all men ... What had been an instrument of infamy and dishonor,
Was converted into the tree of life;
And, and the stairway of glory;
Instilling God’s Salvations story;
A deep joy fills Him Our Lord;
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Nothing but…
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
He died for us
Because He’s in love with us
It’s in God whom we trust
As He extends his arms on the cross, for all those sinners who whom are lost;
He saw that
He saw this
He saw – and this filled Him with joy –
How the cross was to be loved and to be adored;
Jesus will welcome us all with open arms...
He saw the witnessing saints who for love and in defense of the truth
He’s are redeemer;
He came to save the lost
That is WHY He laid down His life;
That moment on the cross;
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Nothing but…
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
He died for us
Because He’s in love with us
It’s in God whom we trust
Liturgy sings: Sweet nails, sweet tree where life begins
Hallehjah
Halehjah
Halehjah
Lord Jesus thank you saving me
Jesus thank you for dying in my place
Now I am freed, I’m your child sinner saved by grace
Placed now in the righteousness
Sweet nails, Sweet tree where life begins
11/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
When that moment of union
Lifts the room and all souls inside,
They light up like jewels,
And some—few—glow in sad thought
A warm greeting,
But somehow knowing they hide pain
An outreach—an effort to console
Followed by the release of confession
A fervent blush on the cheeks,
Droplets welled up in the eyes
holding in all the love
They try desperately to hide
The feeling right before that rain—
The knowing that it must be so,
A certainty of deep love and affection
Tasted on the brink of hot tears
2.6.20
Note: This one may be less romantic to some, but I believe that sorrow is probably one of the more romantic emotions. This poem is about witnessing unrequited love in a room full of happy people cheering on a union.
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint
Dinner out together,
the background music is too loud.
I can hardly hear her words,
she barely hear mine
An owl in a hollow tree can hear the whole dark forest.
I imagine I am roosting in her throat,
listening, not to her words or mine,
but Brailing my way around her silence.
Then I hear it, there between her vocal folds
a little girl is weeping,
a mother belittles and scolds.
The server comes around. “How you’ll doing.”
She and the waitress look to me,
but I am still in the hollow of her throat
a space now witnessing
my own doleful litany of sad songs.
With a single glance
I imagine a lifetime dance
The scent of you
the things we’ll do
Somehow it rings true
as I walk towards you
Those lips and brown eyes
Cause my spirit to rise
Your voice and face
Fill time and space
Your outline my eyes trace
as I envision your body in lace
True love begs to come to fruition
You and me is my mission
Within your eyes I see
a passion that sets us both free
Without doubt I know what will be
We’ll live within and beyond ecstasy
Imagination is a powerful thing
On your lovely finger a ring
Together witnessing our future unfold
Young to middle age then old
courage favours the bold
You are the one I love and hold.
When you know you know
Dedicated to my sweetie
Coming up to 28 years of amazing.
A simple toy mother gave me
on my sixth birthday,
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design,
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me,
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking through it even today.
The turning wheel of my time
rotated the rhapsodic living scenario.
The patterns performed persistently
with languid life’s mélange of motifs.
The chameleon colors transformed
the visage of the mind’s topography
into the ashes of burnt barrenness,
or to the elegance of emerald valley.
The diffused dreams on the drift,
floated on the cascade of shifting sight,
meandering on the mesmeric tapestry,
weaved with the strands of ebullience,
replicated the wings of butterflies,
flittering on the ripples of rapturous air,
and before they all flew away,
formed for me a fountain of fulfillment.
In my listless lonesome travel
across the wanton wasteland,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with spring saplings
with buds of bursting colors,
it opens the shutter of my mind.
The receptive film of sensuality
captures in the fascinating fresco
the sublime snapshots of beauty.
In the mist of my journey’s last mile,
at the edge of the fading future,
the sunset swansong resonates
in the realm of the twilight time
for the forlorn essence of being,
silhouetted like defoliated tranquil tree
against the blazing skyline
of transient chromatic brilliance,
witnessing the last flicker of the dying day.
The shards of the splintered sky’s spectrum
in the swirling squall of torment
roll on the dismal waves
of the curled up clouds of discontent.
The remnant rays of sanguinity,
flickering on the ebb of time
with the departing flashes of the sinking sun,
fabricate the latent lattice
of the unframed dreams
in the petrified life’s captivating collage
of my childhood kaleidoscope.
The woman whose eyes tell a tale of a different story captures my curiosity. Wiser than her peers, whom she has fooled with a nonchalant exterior and disregard for her surrounding animosity. I see a heart and a real mind that's full of kindness and generosity.
Fierce and gritty, humour sharp and witty. Witnessing her side of madness she's kept hidden from the world, to me is such a pity. I am intrigued by the woman who smiles at me from across the room, so charmingly and pretty.
Observing as she tucks a loose strand of ringlet curls behind her ear, truly feels sublime, I could listen to that laugh forever, a timeless-sounding chime. Slowly in my direction and then closely walking by, the floral scent she left behind is sweet and intoxicatingly divine. I've yet to think of how, nor do I know when, but the woman whose eyes are full of tales, one day will be mine.
To be her true self always. To feel loved all of the time
Fearlessly walks innocence
On the edge of a precipice
In form bursting bliss
Of consciousness
Purity & porosity
Enables continuity
Of the pulse divine
Love does assign
Focused attention
Without oscillation
Resolute fortitude
Amplifying magnitude
Of bliss electricity
As a singularity
Of our being witnessing
Beauteous blossoming
As the divine draws near
We alone hear
Our silent scream of delight
As bliss within does ignite
Each lifetron simultaneously
Rapture renewing continuously
Mind & body thus vaporise
To embrace surprise after surprise
Give it any name
But we are no longer the same
28-July-2020
The glaciers swept over the corridors of North America standing in the back yard of Alaska they carved out the great lakes in Alberta, British Columbia and Montana and, gazes at you from the depth of the ocean.
I feel like gliding on ice, Colorado and Washington have paid the price and if you look at the mountains beyond the ocean the glaciers are singing sweet melody with a pestle and a disc.
They look like human from afar and the Yukon Territory, and Nunavut has something dynamic for all; the land is caving in and there is not much time left to rescue vain men from their sin.
Oregon, is whistling a tune and California is watching the evening news , Wyoming, is listening to the ice break and Navada is witnessing the mountain shake.
The ice is melting under your feet and the heat is soaring to a hundred and fifty degrees, the men in boats with bear backs burnt to their core are grumbling but nature is asking them for more.
The quicksand is moving and the glaciers are sinking, soon there will be no one left to sing; the summer is still lingering around and glaciers are singing in the ocean like a clown.
Come journey with me to the Swiss alps and let us see what they have got, the heat is penetrating the blocks and , shifting the ice into a landlock. The mountains are weeping and the birds are gallivanting, the glaciers are staring at you and they can make your dream come through.
The European Alps are huge and they can make music for me and you
their hydrological cycle, gives us hydroelectricity, freshwater for flora and fauna, but now the are melting slowly draining out all the glory, the heat has taken them away and the spot where they once laid has decayed.
The glaciers are melting and you have got to do something before they disappear, the sea level is rising, the landscapes have depreciated and groundhog day will soon go away, listen to the glaciers speak.
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Delightfully coloring a butterfly drawing
my child, secured in his custom-built wheel chair
grips, midst obvious struggle
his yellow crayon…
Wow… he’s enjoying his creativity-schedule
as he painstakingly finishes his artwork
along bugging restlessness
overcoming “butterfly-in-pupa stage” syndrome…
Soon with glee-filled countenance
devoid of bashful gesture
he shows me his masterpiece:
a glowing butterfly, radiant in yellow…
Witnessing his gracious achievement
I see in him God-wrought remarkable changes
indeed precious indications that he’s “educable”
undoubtedly, not progressing toward retrogression…*
Yes, I’m beholding metamorphosis in process
thus, with faith in the Sovereign’s miracle
I envision my boy in his functionality
like a butterfly in its blessed beauty**.
*"Expect that he will progress toward retrogression..."This was uttered by the pediatrician-neurologist that diagnosed our special child of infantile epilepsy and global developmental delay in 2010. Today, our son, by God's grace is doing well.
**Psalm 90:17 And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us…
October 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "Writing Challenge, October-Butterfly" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode; judged on 10/5/2019.
November 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 5-8
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 5:4 In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, when ye are gathered together, and my spirit, with the power of our Lord Jesus Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR GATHERING US TOGETHER
Praise be to God for gathering us together
in the name of Jesus Christ around His:
Salvation of secured safety
Sanctification against sinfulness
Satisfaction midst His sufficient sustenance
Steadfastness upon Scriptures’ standard-strength
Success upon servanthood and stewardship-settlement
I Corinthians 6:11 Praise be to the Lord
for sanctifying us so we can:
Exalt His goodness
Exult His greatness
Expose His generosity
Express His graciousness
Experience His gentleness
Expect for His guidance along His governance
1Corinthians 7:15 Praise be to the Saviour for
calling us to His peace against:
Disturbances toward decisiveness
Dearth-distress to be driven by diligence
Disasters and despair through His direction
Discouragements and defeats midst His discipline
Distractions then deterring destructions with His discernment
1Corinthians 8:3 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for enabling us to love Him while:
Wanting well His treasures’ wealthiness
Witnessing His worthy testimony’s wisdom
Working and toiling for Him midst His welfare
Waiting with willingness for His triumphant welcome
Worshipping Him as well as thanking Him for His wonders. Amen!
November 29, 2024