Love and praise
Love and praise
Agape
Love and praise
If you wanna be plenti, I love by di papa , yahweh
You\nHave to get out of the way
Move out of yourself
You must love ya broda, always
I must for you find for
Di papa to forgive me
I must forgive yiu mai brother, my sista
And love a d dorgive you always, always, always
I come into the Lord love and praise love and praise.If you wanna be so many love by father yahweh
You must love your brother always love and praise. I'm gonna love you. I must love you, I must forgive you. I must forgive you for the father to forgive me. I must forgive you agape, loving praise. I'm gonna love you. I must love you. I forgive you, always Fr. God This I do for my brother , I love you and praise hallelujah always
8/19/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
He’s Done It
He’s done it
I don’t have to
No need for me
To struggle, worry, fret.
He’s done it all.
Each failure, fault of mine,
I can’t go back and do them right
Though spend a load of time.
No effort of my mind
Can go to yesterday
And change those thoughts and words
That God defines as sin.
So what’s to do
To get things right
Move out of darkness into light?
I’d better spend more time in prayer
And read my Bible more,
Take much more care
Control my thoughts
Control my lips
Control my motives too.
Oh Jesus, come again to me
Show me the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Help me relax
Find peace in You
Walk in Your ways
Think as You think,
No more in self
To slide and sink.
I need Your work
Your glorious work
At Calvary.
You died for me
You bore my sins
You rose again to give new life,
My precious, precious Lord!
Have you ever experienced that awkward feeling
many of us seem to have,
Between wanting to challenge ourselves for more
success to have,
And the embarrassment not to have,
Between you and the friends you have,
Because you outstripped the limitations,
of the abilities you have,
So, more admirers you could have.
Yet to challenge ourselves to move out of our
comfort zone is an urge we all seem to have,
If success we want to have.
More than a feeling
a hurting deep inside my soul
as children move out
There are better ways to travel in town
Past crusty breads, savory cheese, desserts
Two legs move slowly unless pumping down
Move out of the way at expert exerts
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
A slow stroll on quiet streets, disturbed
Darting into cute little shops, askance
Handlebars swerving, our sweet snack is curbed
Waiting for signal that we might advance
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
Children holding on tight; they’re used to this
Going to school, not by foot or by bus
Whilst straddling bike, mama blows a kiss
They weave through traffic; we try not to cuss
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
vociferous Vicky was a boisterous ghost
her sounds were loud and proud, just ask her host
clamorous drums were her instruments of choice
she frightened my cousins and my Aunt Joyce
Joyce had bought this haunted house “for fun”
these obstreperous sounds had her on the run
She wanted to move out and in with some of her kin
But we all said no, fearing we would let Vicky in.
The bell tolls in an empty house where the demon lives
Its empty but holds payment hidden in crevices
Its coins, jewellery and item of value the previous tenant left
Don’t find and think I’ve found gold to sell
It’s there for a reason; payment
Don’t steal it as you will suffer disaster
Misfortune on misfortune
The one with the greedy eye will sell
And face the consequences
The psychic one will won’t touch it
leave it there and move out
The breeze whispers in my ears:
My love refuses to join me for a ride.
Let's move out towards the sea
Over choppy waves on currents adrift.
See, my boat is in full speed,
My strong breeze has filled my sails.
And speedily all is glee.
The hot air on the beach is far behind.
For now, it's all fresh and clean.
Dolphins jump out of the waves,
Spraying droplets all around,
They go down again towards the deep.
The breeze helps me see wonders.
So blow as much as you need,
Until the hour approaches.
Crimson sunsets colour the distant bay.
Back I turn to my quiet quay.
Find haven in some quirky bar,
To drink a mug of cold beer.
Yet I feel all alone. Why have you left me?
The breeze whispers goodbye.
Perspiration is all over my face.
Loneliness grips my heart.
I will never find relief.
Inspired by the Song "The Breeze and I" sung by Caterina Valente.
POTD
Placed 2
Feix is weirded out and angry; the world has gone mad.
His kibble has been stolen, by Tim, a large tom cat that is bad.
His lithium cannot get replaced, and his bipolar makes him sad.
Felix is now having the worst week he has ever had!
Felix's wife has left him, worse, she left the litter far behind.
They demandingly mew and wail, their crying not so kind.
Felix’s nerves are on edge, and he wants to give a shout.
He’s angry that he was not the first cat to move out.
He called his mother and begged her to come be a grandma cat.
She laughed her tail off, and said “you know me much better than that!”
So now he has hired a nurse, a housekeeper, and a laundress to boot.
The kitties are all screaming, and his nerves are through the roof!
Tots waddle to the throttle of life...®a©e®s...start your engines!
Human nature takes wobbly steps forward >>>
Each clumsy effort supported to maintain balance$
Space and times collide *×*
Perpetual motion prevails...®a©e®s...engines revved!
Adulthood rapidly approaches!...Lord help us survive till they move out!
Chance encounters...on and off the computer °}©{°
Experimenting with forbidden fruits @ hormones.com/applejacks
Concerned parents patrol computer...once they figure out the password ?+?=?
Alcohol and weed are soon dating...huh?...what did you say?...uuh...huh?
Driving home with the ***** in their eyes!
Except...they're still in park!!!
Too much ghanja dulled their drive ° ° °
Space station number: 5
I think it’s best that you just go away
I’ll take peace over you on any day
I am growing in ways I never thought I’d see
Being away from you is helping me grow into the woman I want to be
I am loving the freedom and peace I have in my life
Everything just feels so right
I’m so happy that I’m feeling better about myself
So better to the point where I’m not dealing with foolishness
I am content with myself and loving all of myself
I finally realized what I deserve
It’s someone who chooses me everyday instead of someone who picks and chooses when they want to
I love being away from you because I can see everything so clear
I can see that you never loved me and that’s fine but move out of the way so the one for me can love all of me
It’s what I deserve and what I deserve is someone better than you
Whether your weather
Is chilly or hot,
Most people get used to
The climate they’ve got.
If heat is your thing,
Be it humid or dry,
You don’t mind the schvitzing,*
Though I don’t know why.
But if you like winter,
With sleet, ice and snow,
You couldn’t care less
If it’s seven below.
I guess there are some
Who may move out of state
If they live where the weather
Is something they hate.
For those with four seasons,
We get to complain
Only part of the year
When the temps are a pain
Which for me, means the summer
And days like today
When I hope Mother Nature
Will lure them away.
*sweating
Spring and summer, those seasons went by.
The best thing in the world always falls from the sky.
No matter the situation, the love was theirs.
The price was no luxury for the poor boys and girls.
To sit up and prosper with such delight,
It grew up so fast, like a thief in the night.
Many more came from just that one person;
The first one that came made things a little worse.
Then things got better to the lucky number six,
Because the best number of all was three from the mix.
It grew up so beautifully with no time to wonder,
Intertwined with the opposite, then here came November.
With no time to spare, the poor thing grew,
Then out of the blue, one became two.
Wasted no time at all; it just happened to be
The best part about it came, happy number three.
To move out of the way and stay the course,
It was time to add one more, and that soon made four.
The number was up, and everything was complete,
And that was how it started, my Great Family Tree!
My two roommates and I are builders.
We build each other up, and have a great time.
We decide we need another roommate.
Teddy applies. He is quiet, but calm.
His references are glowing.
We invite him to room with us.
Teddy is a demolisher.
We take care of things.
He destroys them.
We are free-spirited creators.
He is grouchy and tries to extinguish our joy.
We finally have to ask him to move out.
We discover later that his glowing recommendation was from his mother.
He set fire to her place when she kicked him out.
Life is fascinating all the time
Your good aura saves the day bright
Like the dawn dispels the darkness
Each of us is radiant when we smile.
Sadness makes our heart pure
Move out old tears to have a new one
Like the strength of inner self
A quite moments ease a gentle smile.
Love always has overdraft limits
What is too much is sorrowful
What is lacking comes negotiation
That value a good relationship.
Seeking justice is strenuous
It requires bravery and a gentle talks
Decisive show of force but open to legal remedy
Love to accept peace but hate oppression.
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