Checks and Balance
Come from leg works
One way or another
The war is brought to the poor
Not upon the poor
Only in the financed
Are oppressions acceptable
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November 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 27-28
Key Verse – Acts 27:25 Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US
WITH HIS GOODNESS
Praise be to God for cheering us with His goodness despite:
Oppositions opening ridicules
Opponents offering reproaches
Oppressions optimizing their restraints
Objections ostracizing us in their rebukes
Outcomes overwhelming us with reproofs
Acts 28:15 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us courage so we can:
Achieve with commitment by His graciousness
Accept challenges through His goodness
Act along character of gratefulness
Avoid carnality that is grievous
Accomplish for Christ’s glory
Acts 28:38 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to preach His kingdom while:
Trusting His timeliness
Teaching about His truth
Toiling midst tests and trials
Testifying along His trustworthiness
Treading upon His turf and tarrying in His temple. Amen!
November 22, 2024
WHEN GOD CHOOSES
Who can be against who God chooses
Who can council the Lord God Most High
He does what He wills
Fear not, just be still,
To His will all men must comply
Who can lay a charge to God's chosen
Who can condemn one of His own elect
He was made guilty more than all
For us took the fall,
Of His own He was the greatest reject
Victory belongs to our God
He defends those the system abuses.
The innocent and poor,
their oppressions endured,
He will raise up who the whole world refuses
It's whatever pleases Him, no excuses,
the brazen, the stubborn, and the mulish,
He will take off a head
raise a tail there instead,
Confounding the wise with the foolish.
Let all men put trust in the Lord Jesus,
When God takes it out of our hands,
What God does is good
Whether or not understood,
God's ways are much higher than man's.
"Living love is better than prophesying love."
Quote by Poet.
Many people are confused with
the now situation of the World which
was caused by many bogus resolutions.
Peace could be reigning
all over the World by now.
Colonisation was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Apartheid was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
Racism was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Slavery was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
focus on Injustice operating
system in the world,
Yoh! This cruel world,
Yes! Cruel world,
Where majority oppressors
" bullies" always laugh at victims
of oppressions secretly and publicly.
August 26/2023
Above the earth, the world of bitter wars and discord,
littered with broken promises and great oppressions,
glows a serene peace park, undisturbed by time;
people love to sing songs about it and imagine it
a divine sphere, reach it one day and roam around
free from earth's treasons, home to poets, philosophers,
statesmen, who brought only division and disorder.
Up there, above the earth, in the space between here and there,
lies the essence of existence, safely removed from the earth's
cataclysms, and the space explorers who want to conquer more
territory, just as their forefathers did in the new world, thinking nature
is for our picking, parodying peace.
Maintain serenity, don't look down, sign reads.
Bring them home
war's over conflict
incoming now back home
ignored soldier man
part of government plan
why are we the solo host for every war and conflict
Tote that bar lift that bale
If we don't go and fight we'll be in jail
we must elude evict everyone
drop your them there guns
war no longer bout liberalities and freedoms
It's about dictator oppressions and the rest of the wealthy greedy
getting rid of oppressions okay you fools
thought you knew
the devil's teaching us a lesson
send warranted parts sum money
is the root of all evils you dummies
bang shot them back
just relax
all their wealth gold and oil Is now ours
10/15/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Where are those days when life was fun?
We all lay drying our bodies in the sun
We had no care or worry of the world
Suddenly into adult reality we were all hurled.
We drifted further into the arms of expectations
As if our achievements would save us and the nations.
We all need something more than routine
Where is happiness gone where has it been?
I will trade all my money and earthly possessions
For a world filled with love and less such oppressions
We all chase for things unimportant
on our pedestals they sit being dormant.
(Inspired by Isaiah 53)
It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus
On Him was laid the sin of us
Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows
To make secure our tomorrows
Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters
All we like sheep have gone astray
Turned every one to his own way
We hid our faces from Him then
Rejected and despised of men
He has no form nor comeliness
With no beauty nor loveliness
Was wounded for our transgressions
Kept mum through all His oppressions
He poured out His soul unto death
Was afflicted till His last breath
Was bruised for our iniquities
So that we'd get tranquility
It is finished, it is finished
Salvation work is accomplished.
10.26.2020
NEATH OLDE SOUTHERN CROSS
‘Neath olde Southern Cross
sparkling stars
show a radiant view,
for we will stand
in this brand-new land,
so far, far away
from toil, trouble and strife
of a darkness past,
where oppressions reigned
amidst religious persecutions
of our faith,
so, in order to escape
to a brand-new life,
our motherland we’ve left behind,
for across the seas we came,
where our journey took many
in under sail
and by fickle winds,
and in doing so
new trepidations and fears appeared
and without much thought we overcome,
now just feeling of an unknown
for as we stepped ashore,
and on strange tree near,
a jackass laughed
its peculiar sound indeed to us,
and for all who came ashore that day
in watching the tide come in,
this foreign land we now call it home,
to be a land of opportunity
and of hope and dreams
and from uncertain pasts left behind.
Francis Cooper – Mac © February 2018
(Amazing Grace and Purpose)
I cannot tell you who
you ought to be
nor what you ought
to do—
I am not you—
truth told—
all I can do is remind
you that truth and you
are realities of self…
Sadly…we often try
to make truth
the child of our desires
unaware that you can’t
make truth what it is not…
for truth—like you—is
the reality of its self
and can’t be anything else…
Neither can you be
but who and whose you are
in purpose—knowing
the purpose of purpose
is in knowing
that yours is to help others
to find theirs
for having found what we need
we must give to others
that they too
may know grace and love
to give…
Being gifted to give
let us not seek the miracle
but to give it to others
resurrecting liberty
and vanishing ghosts
of depressive oppressions:
liberating peace and love
overflowing life’s cup of grace
into its sipping saucer…
We left home full of hope and determination.
Able bodied men in answer to a call.
Knowing only what we believe.
Yet not for a minute did we stall.
We set out fighting for our nation
To defend the values on which we were raised
Freedom fighters seeking no praise
Believing we would soon erase
The oppressions our people face.
Now on our return chanting a victory song
For we were gone not too long
Our city is a shadow of the life it used to have.
Our wives and children are taken
Our farmlands lies forsaken.
Barrenness has grown
Where there was once plenty
Despair has made us old.!
THE AFRICANS OF OLD.
The Africans of old
At night, slept and of Africa
For Africa they dreamt
Of a day to come
When Africans will be free
Uhuru Uhuru Uhuru
From every form of enslavement
And oppressions.
The Africans of old
In peace and harmony coexisted
mpende jirani yako kama unavyojipenda
Oh they knew how to live
For self and their community
Ubuntu Ubuntu Ubuntu
Hold a man up in his most darkest hour'
For I am because we are.
The Africans of ages past
Held true friends with both hands
For to wash one hand properly
The other is implore.
Won mo 'That a man without a good friend
Was he without a good fortune'
Awethu Awethu Awethu
Because the power to be - ing
Resides with the people.
ghops
Around Your love’s secured embrace
I snuggle warmly against unbelief’s stress
Finding refuge in You amidst life’s race…
Lord, enable* my spirit to praise You…even I’m in distress.
Seeking for Your full forgiveness
I confess to You my transgressions and iniquities
Knowing that You alone can pardon my sinfulness…
Lord, enable my spirit to thank You…cleansed from guilt’s infirmities.
Combatting adversaries’ accusations
I need Your powerful might
Overcoming guilt-oppressions…
Lord, enable my spirit to cling to You…with Your favour’s delight.
*Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.
April 15, 2019
A time when only a few dared to fight
against a foreign tyrant,
A Poet rose to speak
Oppressions suffered by Filipinos
in his writings, he revealed
A Poet with no fear
Freedom he sought through his powerful pen
Killed for his words and beliefs
A Poet noble act
“Mi Ultimo Adios”, his final notes
left a mark and legacy
A Poet, a Hero
18 April 2018
Note: Dr. Jose Rizal is a Philippine national hero, a prolific poet and novelist during the Spanish colonial era. 'Mi Ultimo Adios' (English translation: My Last Farewell) was the last poem he wrote before he was executed in Manila on December 30, 1896.
Am I the oppressor
As I returned to the place of my bondage;
As I ignored the faith of the fate in my homage;
Am I the Oppressor;
I considered all oppressions;
That is under the sun;
As I cast my reflection have my own;
Thoughts and ideas;
Is this for real...
Am I the Oppressor;
and one constrains better;
did you open the letter;
it says....
I am yes Am I
yes I am, I am the Oppressor;
Who knows the spirit of man that goes up;
As a slave set free;
Long eternal life in liberty I long...
Am I the Oppressor;
I have not any comforter;
I'm on the side of the oppressors;
Guilt ridden mammal whose done wrong;
Stop the pressure, bless me now I'm no longer the oppressor
Am I the oppressor, No, now I am
The Intercessor
Written by James E. Lee Sr.
June 12 2007(c)
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