Verse 1
I bow my head in quiet prayer,
And thank You for this solitude.
A tender voice breathes through the air,
And speaks of grace to be renewed.
I leave behind my doubts and fears,
To dry away my clouded tears.
Chorus
Guide me toward salvation, Lord,
And use this servant’s faulty steps.
Your mighty power is my sword,
Your grace has reached my darkest depths.
Verse 2
No earthly riches will I prize,
No passing fame or worldly pride.
Encouraged by Your strength, I rise,
For You are constantly by my side.
You set my crooked pathways straight,
And lead me through heaven’s gate.
You cover me when storms are vast,
And keep me till the dark has passed.
Chorus
Guide me toward salvation, Lord,
And use this servant’s faulty steps.
Your mighty power is my sword,
Your grace has reached my darkest depths.
Outro
So I will soar on eagle’s wings,
Above the chaos, bold and free.
Redeemed by Christ, my spirit sings,
From now to praise the King of kings.
A villain is a tireless workhorse,
Endlessly plotting through the night,
With schemes that twist and turn, of course,
Each detail honed to sheer delight.
His intellect stands sharp and rare,
A mastermind in every glance,
Unraveling minds with subtle care—
A psychological elegant dance.
He wields his gifts with cunning grace,
Turning chaos into high art,
Building empires none can erase,
Yet always playing the shadowed part.
If only he would pivot toward the light,
Channel that brilliance for the good,
Imagine worlds both fair and bright—
Where villains host the neighborhood.
They might devise the perfect plan
For flawless gardens, neat and grand,
Or orchestrate a traffic jam
That somehow leads to helping hands.
No grand explosions, just quiet wins,
A world where heroes rest at ease,
And every scheme at last begins
With kindness wrapped in mysteries.
What wonders then would greet the day,
When even darkness learns to play.
To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
Brought low, to crush pride.
With it, the Devil.
O'er that entombed who now stands
A befuddled fool!
"Light! A living form
Therein! Saps my will.
Victor over death! What for
Myself did once rule!"
The Christian believer is fully blessed
having been called a child of God
knowing you are privileged above all
from the heart, praise to shed abroad
Consider deeply God's love for us
those who have sinned in every way
but yet God still shows us His great love
a perfect love that won't ever go away
This love moves God to redeem
His chosen people to be His very own
which took Jesus, God's son, to Calvary
to shed His own blood, our sin to atone
This redemption takes us even higher
to be with Jesus in His exalted state
as His priests forever in His kingdom
bringing glory to God at heaven's gate
Loved, redeemed and exalted
this is God's blessed picture
to His saints on this earth
revealing God's permanent fixture
("and from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, 6and hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. ")
Revelation 1: 5-6 (KJV)
Time cleans out the rusty clogged drains
to forget the gritty dusty details
logged in echoes, stored for recall,
too messy, too truthful to retain.
I wonder why?
'cause the rough stuff
lodges in dreams stored
in the gooey
caramel centers
of chocolate creams.
Darkness starts to fade,
A fragile light begins to bloom,
New path opens up.
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despite diligence of virtue’s outreach
vice lurks adamant seeking a weak breach
sweet talking as it beckons with a grin
spirals down spinning slow into a sin
my path did once veer off the righteous cause
sank steady in quick sand of sinful jaws
my muddled mindset lured into abyss
basking in toxic air of faux pas bliss
upon hitting the grimy gloomy pit
at the very bottom I saw to it
I learnt to spurn the taste of tempting trait
the promised land of vice deceitful bait
A walk of faith
To receive what is given
We March into possibilities.
There certainly is no reason
For you to be afraid
I've done this many, many times
And always made the grade
I'm talking about delivering sinners
Bringing them back
Back from a sinful life
When they are redeemed
Their smiles are big and eyes are bright
"Let the redeemed of the LORD say so,
whom He has redeemed from trouble."
Psalm 107:2, English Standard Version
The Lord’s redeemed will praise His name,
appreciation justified.
Though self-inclined wish favor’s fame;
the Lord’s redeemed will praise His name.
When admiration calls the claim,
those graceless souls with God collide.
The Lord’s redeemed will praise His name,
appreciation justified.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou
Dark thoughts offer me great despair,
sparking rhymes who say I don’t care,
shadows drift across moonlit lanes,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.
Dismal dangers breath twilight’s tears,
aching, trembling ‘til the smoke clears,
tossing, turning, all that remains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.
Nightmares sing into the distance,
haunting souls with such persistence,
lingering doubt, whines and complains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.
When I see Him, in His glory,
recall that precious love story,
my heart trembles at the bloodstains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains.
Fear and trembling threaten my hope,
feeling like I simply can’t cope,
but He comforts, with His refrains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains
Wisely, He sent us His Spirit,
past or future, we’ll not fear it.
He saves us despite binding chains,
troubling fear, who echoes my pains
Raised in the church, ingrained in Christian belief
of confession, repentance, true grief.
A sinner and ill-behaved
salvation I craved
I’m nervous
saved?
for service?
That journey I braved
confirmed the path - power paved
by Jesus, my Commander-in-Chief.
Raised in the church, ingrained in Christian belief
Four voices I hear, it’s a new season
Four voices appear in mine heart’s ear
So hear
I see so the light
In Him every, everything is alright
Four voices
One choice
Four seasons
One reason
I need it to snow, to freeze any doubts and woes
I need it to rain, rain down graces, mercies, praise
All I am and am I all
I need it to be autumn fall
So that I can be redeemed colorful
Spring unto me new season relief
Passions flowers distain, instilled remain
Four voices I hear, it’s a new season
Four voices appear in mine heart’s ear
So hear
I see so the light
In Him every, everything is alright
Four voices
One choice
Four seasons
One reason
Been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
His name is…
Jesus
8/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
MAYBE??? I'm lost
Maybe I'm found
DIRTY I Am
yet that's my vessels solid substance
maybe I'm sound???
laid on the floor
DIRTY
scrutinized and DENIED
yet WHOLESOME
AM I because
I was CREATED to FLOW
I rise I'm more than just the DIRT BENEATH my TOES
my THIGHS, TEARS I CRY those seeds in MIND HEART
Those joys that surface tween my EYES
Angelic visits dreamt revelations
AWAKENINGS
I am more than I AM I AM
I am for certain ROYALTY PRIESTHOOD
I am that I AM and that, that I AM IS God's
I AM that I AM I'm CHOSEN washed and birth and clothed in
The SKIN of the LAMB
Birth reborn cleasned born again in HIM
Who was is slaying on the cross ???
I am found I am not lost
I am !!! CHOSEN!
WASHED! In the blood of the ALL I AM JESUS
HALLELUJAH GLORY HONOR AND EVER PRAISE
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
AMEN
4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
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