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THIS JANUARY MY ETERNITY RINGS-

"In my battered whelms;
Those profiles which I never win;
My healing has just begun,

they begin...

The winter storms;
often remind me of my birth
my birth when I was born

in the cold months of January...

there was I buried out of my mother's womb;

Now not blanketed
covered by my sins and hers;
blood runs deep and warm;

they begin...

My sin storms;
Those choice I've made bad from 
conception on;

in the cold months of January...

in the sum of some sixty-five years;
most of them in sin and shame;
yet I remain, I claim
to be present a child of the King;

in the cold months of January...

they begin...
for what it's worth
I'm no longer hurt
I am more than just dirt;
my vessel contains this spirit and soul;
So I shall go...
it begins
My eternity rings
My mansion in the skies
No longer tears in my eyes
I'll be more than just getting by
I am ALIVE a sinner of bad choices
Repented and re birthed
Birth again, now a Child of a Living King
Coming back for His children
maybe? on January
Only He knows
it begins
My eternity rings
My mansion in the skies
I shall yet praise now while I'm physically alive
and when my body laid down
for the final time
I'll raise my spirit in my souls hands
Fly upward toward the Savoir of Man
Who am I
Whom am I
Just a rising Spirit of this former
Clay bod
So I shall go...
it begins
My eternity rings
My mansion in the skies
No longer tears in my eyes
I'll be more than just getting by
I am ALIVE a sinner been forgiven
~
My sin storms;
Those choice I've made bad from 
conception on;
 they ended...
Got a new pair of clothes to wear now
Got a new robe and clean feet
Now I'm standing and walking on golden streets
Paved of Gold
So I shall go...
it begins
My eternity rings
those the bells of eternal freedom
My mansion in the skies
No longer tears in my eyes
I'll be more than just getting by
I am ALIVE a sinner been forgiven
Hear only I those... bells
won't you come
well you come
Won't you come
don't know what month, what year nor day;
Must stay on my knees and pray;
Our eternity rings
When will Jesus return
a cloudy January would be nice
even a sunny July
Bells
Only He knows it begins My eternity rings My mansion in the skies I shall yet praise now while I'm physically alive and when my body laid down for the final time I'll raise my spirit in my souls hands Fly upward toward the Savoir of Man This February who am I to judge, for I have no heaven nor hell to put anyone Not I No! I am not holier than thou I too must see God Help me Help us all O LORD This January my eternity rings - - Amen"
2/25/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr.

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