Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for ourselves, His quietness
I love Him beyond my essence
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim
Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for ourselves, His quietness
I love Him beyond my essence
Without a care He’s Elohim
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a breath in mine chest it's the lord
The essence of the flowers sweet
My nose does smell, in my mind, soul, spirit all is well
There's a song in my heart it's from God;
Music from His eternal lips;
Melodies that just, jez- won't quit;
Higher praises I do bring;
My vessel voice I sing;
There's a song in my heart it's from God
Delight in me O Father;
Your light in me Oh God;
Invisible, invincible, conditional;
You're everso, worthy to be praised;
Hallelujah Glory O my God;
Give me your praise so that I may shine;
Your glory I'm your shine light;
That shall,
That does ever shine so bright;
You are my life-light;
And only in you everything, all things are alright;
There's a song in my heart it's from God
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Can not smell the flowers
if I'm not awake (yet I can)
Yet if I be dead I'll arise ( I shall )
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
awaken by the trumpets call
Sweet soul by the by and by
Can't see the flowers, for humanities tears
They renege punished by their peers
Have no fear, the Comforter here
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
8/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Auston Matthews: A great hockey player who is often in the news. When it comes to scoring goals, Auston, please don’t give up! I want to see my Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup!
I met her my first year of middle school.
My first impression was, she's too young.
The voice in my head was so confused,
she's a teen, how could she teach me?
Miss Matthews was my science teacher.
To my surprise I enjoyed her class a lot.
She taught me so much, I'll never forget,
how she welcomed me into her big heart.
The most valuable thing, this amazing lady
taught me was,that love really is color blind.
11/06/19
Contest: Favorite Teacher
Sponsor: Chantelle Ann Cooke
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