Wooo a woo ooh ah ah
Restore, me restore me, My God restores me
Jehovah, I trust in you
Through every season through
Every storm, storm I seek you, daily.
Holy, Holy Holy
You're my haven, my home, my safe refuge, Mine, agape, love, love, love, love love.
God, you are my life long refuge.
It's you whom I pursue
Oh! God, you will restore me, me.
Restore me to even greater honor
And comfort me once again again and again ,
You are my source of victory.I am restored in you.
I'm free, freed I give you an everlasting,
heart of praise
Hallelujah glory to God always
Hallelujah glory to God always
God you will restore me
7/25/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Yes, you try to break us, give us stuff to lead us to a negative life.
Yes, you break us, with ugly ways, ways that make us get sick and lead us to an ugly life.
Yes, you continue to break us, with the forced surrounding us with stuff that leads us to hell.
Yes, we want to live, to love, to grow, to be happy every day.
Breaks have happened to some of our friends and family, they fell and could never get up again.
Breaks happened when evil ones, showed us and taught us stuff that led us to a life of hell.
Breaks are like a glass, that breaks and can never be perfect again.
Remove the breakers from our life, move them to a place where they will never cause pain again.
May our guardian angels and angels of God, clean and remove all the breakers, and restore love and balance to us and our loved ones.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always
Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine?
When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night?
Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm
And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain?
Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own
Into the flavor that I love to color and add
a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe.
If so------
Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem.
Elucidate the most enchanting secret.
Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds.
Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation.
and buy Time with my pocket of skills.
I promise I would give you a better garland
Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before.
I promise I’ll give you the piece that would
require no customization, and a tune free of cost.
I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge
And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath.
I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain
And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record.
If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.
To Rest and Restore
bed
prepared, warm
inviiting, waiting, comforting
midnight, sleep, dream, response
moving, knowing, showing
soulful, deep
sleep
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(c) sallyyoung eslinger 11/7/2023
We are all immortal "say I"
Our souls will live forever "never die"
This vessel we live right now "A man"
If we unite to save our world "we can"
Our Lord said we are all God's "on earth "
Giving us the ability to create "rebirth "
Neighbours should be friends "without war"
Let's build a better world "restore"
yes,SAY I, we NEVER DIE,as MAN WE CAN,
ON EARTH with REBIRTH and WITHOUT WAR,
we can RESTORE!
I hear the whisper now
As quiet as the grass in the gentle breeze
Soothing and lulling
Inviting me forward with an extended hand
To dance barefoot
Despite the cloudy sky and threat of showers
Under the thinning canopy of the trees
Yet, not despite the rain
Invited because of it
To cleanse and wash away
Life's dust and debris
Returning to the freshness of innocence
The uncluttered traveller
Resting a while
Reconnecting with the ancient clay
Luscious pastures
Silent stones
To nurture, nourish and
Restore
The soul
If Jesus were running in 2024 he'd
require no pac monies, just strengthen his core..
He's seen the devastation of the Ukranian war
and would end peoples suffering for ever more..
Jesus would still be preaching while caring for the poor,
mending those hearts that life has tore.
He'd offer his redemption to the criminal and the
whore, heal the sick, our planet restore,
and Jesus would reign for more then just four.
A gentle wave calms thy heart,
Windchimes swirling in the gentle breeze.
Restore thou art,
The road ahead whispers a gentle breeze.
Calming sadness, strength begins.
Power of joy and hope
Happiness wins.
I am finding the power to cope.
Beating battles of unkind,
Finding friends along the way,
Learning how to unwind,
Looking forward to a brand new day.
American soldiers have given their lives
in war after war after war after war
Be they in the Army, in the Navy
in the Air Force or the Marine Corps
For four constitutional freedoms
they made the ultimate sacrifice
Freedom of Speech, of the Press
Freedom of Religion, of Assembly
the right to petition and redress
Rightly do we honor the fallen heroes
who've nobly defended our country's ideals
But it is on us who remain to preserve what we've cherished
not to forgo them in tawdry backroom deals
Yet it seems that is just what we've done for the past 60 years
What began as 'cultural revolution' has morphed into fascism and fear
Can we this Memorial Day recall and restore our vaunted freedoms
ere they vanish in dusky corridors of abandoned museums?
Rain in all its wonder
Calms to the core
Balances human spirit
Heals and restores
Rain with mystical powers
Like the sun it does shine
Awakens the soul with absolute clarity
Noble nature so divine ……
Where can we go from Him
Except into 'The Void'?
When we leave His presence,
We forget whose we are.
Like a young man lacking sense,
We are shapeless and empty.
His Spirit moves to fill it,
But when faith is dead
His promise is nullified.
The walls are broken down,
The vineyard is ruined.
O Jacob, remember Peniel!
Limp back into His presence!
Order your ways before Him,
As if He is present still!
And He will fill up 'The Void'
Like He filled the whole earth.
O Lord, will you fill us up,
To all the fullness of God?
Lord I come before you unholy
and I ask that you allow myself to be restored fully
Keep me Father
Make me Worthy
Hallelujah
2/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Jesus Christ shall restore that which was lost and was take
Away from me. He shall restore my inspirational gift of
Poetry! Which He has freely bestowed upon me!
Jesus Christ shall never leave nor forsake me!
No He shall never abandon me!
Thus all of my poetry is being copied by heavenly angels!
These heavenly recording angels are God's very own
Heavenly scribes! Jesus Christ will wipe all of my
Tear drops from my eyes! No more tears of heart ache
Shall I cry! When I am in my heavenly promise land!
All of my heart breaks and all of my pain shall be
Forever taken far far far away from me! All of
My sins and all of my inequities shall be forever
Taken far far far away from me! Never to be
Remembered any more!
And I shall dwell in the House of the Lord
Forever! He shall be my God and I will be
His beloved and faithful daughter and child!
What wonderful blessings are in store for me!
All because of the Son of Man from Galilee!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 05, 2021
what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred
movement felt,
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed
with fingers pressed against themselves
absorbing stillness’ breath
suspended in each air a pair
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts
captured
then released with care
youthful power to devour light
whose distance now
becomes serene
a slow suspended scene
in the moment captured
stretched like bubble gum or taffy
compressed
into the thinness of a dime
time
rolled between the fingers
ridged and perfect soft
wrapped
as cigarettes unsmoked,
moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread
gathered sweet
and then,
a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness
where the smooth compare
the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin
upon a polished youth
with broken glass of bottles blowing
tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids
and paisleys worn -
attempts to humanize
collateralized machine
we all want out, sometimes,
we all want in.
Most days are mild, sunny, and bright
We thrive with breaks from the dark nights
We grow healthy when we share YOUR sacred light
There's little to be gained from constant and senseless strife
Everyone should be born free and have a right to their rights;
GOD-granted rights, not given or taken for mankind's delights
May we cease from causing fear and fright
May we not stall to tear down these walls
YOU have opened every closet, leaving nowhere to hide
We must devise a solution to this our great divide
Maybe psychology has a point, but YOU GOD are totally right
It's deeper than brown, red, yellow, black, and white
We humans can be very cruel, feeble, and ever so evil
Hurt people really do hurt other people
We inflict the wounds that inflict us
We sweep onto others our own dust
We exercise our own desires and lust,
While pretending 'It's in God we trust'.
We engage in dialogue we love to discuss,
But we end up with more fuss and disgust
While I pray to YOU on this 7th day of August,
Arise and shine O GOD! Please restore all of us.
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