Beloved
within me
beneath me
beautiful, the spirit moves
soul lovingly.
Absolutely.
I'm your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you? Odor divine,
my beloved , you are to me
heavenly , a satcher of myrrh
that lies between my breast
~
Apple of my eye,
fruitful fruit of my tree.
You belong to me
a tree of my wood.
So my beloved,
you're among the soft
Under Father's shadow,
God and you great delight.
You are fruit
so sweet to my taste
I can hardly wait,
come darling embrace
the heavenly taste heavenly a satchel of myrrh
that lie between my breath.
I cherish you , my love close to my heart
~
Cherished
internally I
exquisite soul essense
Fondly, devotedly,
I am your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you aroma, holy in kind
my beloved, you are to me
heavenly a sachet of myrrh.
That lies between my breasts
come embrace
8/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
500.
Prayer For King Balthasar's Myrrh
Oh Father God, shower us with myrrh
Like that from a man with no fear
Oh Lord Jesus, beloved by King Balthasar
Who followed the path of the brightest star
Oh Holy Spirit, fill us with the riches of Asia
Like the Myrrh of Balthasar, King of Persia
This we beg to our Merciful God. Amen.
-12/30/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems to the 3 Kings' Gifts
Salt from the sands of Egypt
Sprinkled into wine
To banish dark memories
Red wine mixed with myrrh
Infused with pink salt
Through wisdom
Praise!
~As I die unto myself I am purified by the grace of peace I am Myrrh
3/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
~~~Loving the rain is only a matter of perspective~~~
It's been rainy nights in Georgia for the past few days.
Not the type of night for searching stars to gaze.
It's wet and windy to an uncomfortable chill.
Nights for quiet reading and listening
attentively still.
Putting a log on the fire to glow its' bright blaze.
Roasting marshmallows and burning myrrh or sage.
Watching home movies or family games to play.
Handcrafting with paints, wood, or potters clay.
Great nights for Moms homemade soups, biscuits
or stews.
And listening to the soulful sounds of
"Lady Sings the Blues".
Soothing long hot baths in deep round tubs.
Big firm hands and warm oil for back rubs.
And ending each night with snuggles and hugs.
While sipping Tea & Honey from a favorite mug.
I have no gold, frankincense or myrrh
To offer the King of Kings
He has no use for the treasures that were
No need for material things
So what if the Savior was born today?
What gift are you willing to give?
The One who would take your sins away
For the chance that you might live
Would you speak of Him in a public place
Or turn your head in shame?
Would you tell the world of His Mercy and Grace
Or be sorry that He came?
What gift would you bring the Redeemer of sins
To let Him know His worth?
The One who was before time begins
The Keeper of the earth
He came to bring us Christmas Day
Leaving His Throne above
And the only gift that He asks today
Is our undying love
Without the means to take us there, we spread our wings..
Amid imagination and shall one fail as fly ? Revisiting days gone by
A young teen sitting at her mall; tainted, still far from polluted be they yet
Their heart but even more so it's flesh ? Spreading this cloak covering, life's darkness
Servants of sin slaves, claimed in carnal and whom is free ? Fashioned love's platter
Where from we feast ? His children stepping through time to now bind, reasons...
Atop her bench while beauty she passes within, such glorious light ? Nineteen seventy-five.
Painstakingly across the fallow Walking
From all directions, the villagers coming
Unwavering steps, the hamlet behind forsaking
To the river bank, they all were heading.
The moon, the sky still ruling, lambent
Through the wood they all unusually silent
The senesced, vernal as well as the infant
Heedlessly crunching the fall path oddment
By the stream they stood thoroughly expecting
The faintest breeze down vehemently hushing
For the long lost sound carefully watching
A blossoming bud, verdant spring announcing.
Just before cockcrow, stemmed the flower
The long waited , witching creature
Casting sense hexing myrrh
Over the villagers a refreshing zephyr.
Blushing moon, night again
Sends foreign thoughts inside my head
Nest of flowers kill the cold
As dreams enter the sleeper's fold
Yellow bird coo's aloft
A lullaby made of jade and soft
Dreams of silk and lilac myrrh
Dance the dreams that belong to her
Golden fantasy and silver nights
Color her dreams of black and white.
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