For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God
And it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
Only if only if I just believe
Believe in my heart
Only if I just believe, believe in my heart
That Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord of all
He is the greatest hope, for the greater good
And He loves and died for us (all)
For its believing in our heart of hearts
That Jesus is the Son of God
And He has, He can save us all from ourselves
Save us all from ourselves
For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God
And it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
Oh, it's only by believing in our hearts that we are made right with God and it is by
Openly declaring our faith that we are save, we are saved
We our saved
We our saved
We our saved
Forever and always Hallelujah
We our saved
We our saved
We our saved
Romans 10:10
Hallelujah
2/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
political
social-democracy is a dressed-up capitalism
And you can’t have it both ways.
Sooner or later capitalism will take over
By transferring the utilities to private hands
Water is a human right issue so is access
To see unhindered the wonder of nature.
Socialism is about sharing recourses
Capitalism is by taking it and selling it for profit
The two beliefs cannot mix as human greed
Takes over if unchecked
Learning is open to the known spirit
Living loudly towards the strong delight
Fine is the powder of the rubbing for steak
Coarse is the word for the injury therein
Nostradamus never predicted my escape
Reality struts in without a sound
And I comply, horses clipping of their clogs
Strut stout and remembering nothing
My ideas ring about endlessly between
The realm of the dream and the living
Standard for igniting a coal stove
But irrelevant to bee stings in autumn
Hopelessly romantic, bends on one knee
Purposefully pronouncing dedication
Of needing another’s long lived troubles
Past to future, bringing the brink of beliefs
Nowhere to hide but behind the face
Of your eyes through the mirror
On the other side of the silver backing
Russell Sivey
I began to see openly,
Reach out to the sea,
And adopt forbearing motion,
To open my heart for songs of love,
And dance like free bird,
While I enjoy watching the sunset
Making me think of the past,
When I befriended the mountain,
Which gave me peace I solely desired, and
Happiness to go on smiling,
As springs opens its ranks
Granting me silent delight
For being in the open,
To see openly, and
Appreciate when happiness makes a mark
tell me, you say Camus is a memory to you
I think it's strange the way he gets me too
I found this lately on the bus ride where
well suddenly it just seems like noplace
as every part of the past uprooted into
this new day, I am wandering through this
ancient military disaster looking through
piles of wreckage, when they ask, folding
chairs into trucks on some journey to
awakening.
the world is like a doll to me, smiling in the window
overtaking history with her little shoes
what situations are these, tailored like some
foolish plastic dream of disorder and tantrums
I stood cold staring at the chaos drilling out my
lines, finding them like, twist only, or push to open
.
For blind minds and
doubting hearts, Truth
has always been there to see
in the ebbs and flows
of all that was and is,
but not will be.
But, strangely, the
obvious often remains
unnoticed, unseen,
its deeper meaning
hidden clearly behind
each open scene!
.
No need in frightened flight
to hide in jet black
night.
Strange, but to the obvious
many are
oblivious.
Although in plainest sight
some can hide in
brightest light.
Often the case is this:
What seems can be
what is!
No need in frightened flight
to hide in jet black night.
Strange, but to the obvious
many are oblivious.
Although in plainest sight,
some can hide in bright light.
Often, the case is this:
What seems can be what is!
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