Twenty-one years old,
or should I say young,
with the fair coloring and
grace of a trumpeting swan.
Youth of intellect and
a goodness.
He attended an LGBTQ+ meeting
on the campus of the
University of Wyoming on
October 6, 1998,
afterwards he dropped by
the Fireside Bar for a drink.
Two malevolent men lured
him from the bar.
They tortured the youth of
the peaceful presence.
They left him to die on
a deer-proofing fence
near a rural roadside.
Hours later a young man
on a bicycle at first thought
Matthew was a scarecrow,
then recognized him.
He, Matthew of an angelic face.
The swan, the delicate swan.
Tear tracks streamed on his cheeks.
After a six day coma in the hospital,
Matthew of this sad earth passed away.
Candlelight vigils glowed the world over.
Hate crime legislation across the U.S.
was born.
Matthew, a citizen of global humanity,
was murdered for being gay.
Love and Hope lying bereft,
bleeding still.
Matthew's angels still console the
tearful hearts of light,
neverending. ~
This season I am a sheep. The Lord is my Shepard in Him shall be is my growth Amen and Amen, Always
1/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Sheep's and it's Shepard
The focus of the sheep
Is on it Shepard
He believes in his directions
He depends on the Shepard
For it livelihood
The sheep always follow with
Out no question
Even when he is tired
He must run when it Shepard
Ask for it
He got no say
Expect for the order
Of it Shepard
The Sheep see it Shepard
As it God
This sounds familiar
To our life's in Africa
When I look deep in your eyes, I read the pain,the suffering,the hurt,the blood-shed,,and tears you wheap,behind a genal smile, As you carry a heart of gold, with the weight of the world, on your shoulder, Let me remind you, that you are a, competitive warrior of God. On this battlefield we call Earth,, You are the spiritual advisor,
( THE SHEPARD) Whom sees good in everything & everyone.. You have a Positive mindset among every negative,, to allow it to shine brightly,, you are the becon from a lighthouse, that lights up the world,, with the wake of your beautiful soul, Because you love with unconditional LOve, without a non-judgementle spear in hand,,For you are a leader of greatness,,and I Love You beyond reconition... (c)
Oh! Lord my God, this little lost lamb has gone astray.
Oh! Lord my God, please carry me home.
Oh! Lord my God, I am one of your own.
I was wondering about free as can be. Where were you Lord?
Searching for greener pastors instead Where were you God?
of listening to thee. I have wander Where were you good Shepard?
way too far away.
Both a hungry bear and hungry lion were stalking me.
Oh woe is me! Has my time finally come?
Are you coming back for me God's only son?
Will you carry me in your arms safely home?
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 15, 2020
Walking side by with Jesus Christ.
Walking in footsteps. Walking
in his footsteps every day.
Walking side by side with the
Son of Man. Listening and
learning his life's lessons.
Walking side by side with the
Son of God. Worshiping
And praising him every day.
Walking in the footsteps of our
Savior and Lord. Worshiping and
praising his holy name every day.
Walking side by side with the
Good Shepard. Leading us
to his green pastors every day.
Walking side by side by our Victorious
King. Through eternal ages let our
worshipful praising be every day.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 13, 2020
I stray.
My Shepard calls me back.
I try my best to come back home,
But I find my feet stuck.
I have wandered into quicksand.
I am sinking fast.
I beg and plead and call for my master.
The quicksand rises and rises.
Just as the sand reaches my neck
I fear I'll be swallowed up.
But I am not.
My Shepard comes to my rescue.
He grabs me and pulls me out.
Losing his own balance in the process.
He falls into the pit of quicksand.
He takes my punishment for me.
I worry with tears at the bank.
I watch the semi-liquid hopefully.
I hang my head, give up, and turn to walk away.
Three steps I take before I hear it behind me.
A gurgle, a splash!
I turn in surprise,
And there is my Shepard, glowing and clean!
He stands on the bank waiting for me.
His arms are stretched open.
He beckons me come.
With joy I run to Him
And give Him a hug!
My Shepard is Jesus.
He laid down His life.
He loved me dearly!
Even when I strayed,
And at times disobeyed.
He always comes back for me.
And for that I am greatful to my Shepard.
Give into me
cruelest fate, no sympathy
oath by blood, you swore in me
innocence is no more, ‘twas drowned by tainted sea
waves, they crash upon your feet
in truth they say thou shall be set free
one exception, only with death’s reception can you witness thee
and only by my hand
in word I told
they, my flock, shall die age old
protection I provide by this fist clinched tight
no wolf shall cross upon I,
who has been asked in spite,
to pull under those who doubt my might
in no day, and never in the night shall they, my flock, witness hindered flight
I seize the moment, end thy plight
this land will lay in peace
for I, it’s protector shall provide, until my living cease, exactly what you asked in me
MY SHEPARD
BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP
WHERE WILL YOU GO,
YOU'VE BEEN CAST AWAY
BY EVERYONE YOU KNOW,
YOU TRIED TO SHOW THEM
WHO YOU REALLY WERE
BUT IT WAS EASIER FOR THEM
TO LABEL YOU DISTURBED.
WHENEVER YOU SHOWED LOVE
THEY DROVE YOU FAR AWAY
YOUR HEART BECAME A WAR ZONE
IN THE WICKED GAMES THEY PLAY
YOU HID ALL YOUR SCARS
BENEATH A PHONY SMILE
THE LOVE YOU THOUGHT WOULD LAST
ONLY LASTED A LITTLE AWHILE
NOW YOUR SITTING ALL ALONE
THE SHADES BLOCK OUT THE LIGHT
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
HOW YOU CRY ALONE AT NIGHT
YOU SCREAM OUT TO GOD ABOVE
TO COME AND EASE YOUR PAIN
HE HEARS THE BLACK SHEEP CRYING
AND CRADLES HIM AGAIN
Broken, shattered, torn little pieces,
Of my self; I continue to lose the way,
Dealing, deserving, dishing out,
A suitable punishment there is not,
A bloody trickling of tears,
Covering the body in sickness and in fear,
Stretching the length of my insides,
My shame knows no bounds, besides,
Who could fix this broken thing?
So lost in a cliche of words that is so a maze, bring
Me, this lost lamb, no shepard to be had,
No, deserving hardly, I willingly walk the other way.
Shall I not desert the others?
I shame mothers and I shame fathers,
Stay away from me!
Only pain and misery that will be.
The Jewel of the show was the beauty
That they all could not wait to see
Her mammaries were of the kind
That would never leave the mind
And make all "wish they belonged to me!"
You are the Shepard
we are the sheep
you watch over us while we sleep
we count our blessings as we pray to you
yes you are our savior and yes you are our friend
you watch over us while we make a stand
you gave your life so we could live
we give to you all of our sin
you forgive us for what we have done
yes you are our savior and you are our friend,
you are our God and there is never an end.
Breckenridge sky
resonating
through
your
Shepard
blue
eyes
oh faith
how i
know you
how
why do
you have
this
fear
inside of
your
wide blue smile
Shepard sky
I'm not going to rhyme and tell you a poem.
I'm going to tell you a story I Love and Know.
His name was Matthew Shepard.
The date was October 7, 1998,
He was tied to a fence and left to die.
He was pistol whipped and d severly.
Matthew was an American Boy.
And was attacked for being different.
But saddly, He was pronounced on October 12, 1998.
For he was only 21 and loved by everyone.
This story is Based on the True Story About Matthew Shepard.
To see and learn about what else happened to him and to fight against H A T E Crimes go to
this website and watch the video: www.MatthewShepard.org
Thank You for reading this sad but heartfelt story. . . . .
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