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Stay Close To Me

Stretch forth thy hand and touch the palm
Of my hand, write a verse on it and memorize it
Morning feels like lead pressing upon my head and
evenings stare at me with a frown, and from a distant
I could see that you want to break down and cry,
but you were just pressing it in 
as you try to resist the violent wind
It is the forced smile that you carry on your face
That bothers me and the symbolic communication
That worries me, when I cannot read your body language
It makes my heart grow and I have to look for an interpreter
To explain the meaning of things that transpire from the
Beginning. I will stay close to you and keep your company
I will stay close to you and teach you modern day philosophy
I will help you to fulfill your dreams when we meet by the stream, I will help you to complete the book and introduce
New recipes to cook, stay close to me and tell me a story, I will stay close to you and open your eyes to wonders that exist in the heavenly skies, stay close to me and learn the secret of the moon and their wish to see you come home soon; Stay close to me and fulfill your heart’s desire 
Stay close to me and discover the wonders of the sea.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO EXHORTS US TO SUPPORT THE LORD'S ANOINTED

April 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 1-3

Key Verse – 2Samuel 1:14 And David said unto him, How wast thou not afraid to stretch forth thine hand to destroy the LORD'S anointed?

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO EXHORTS US 
TO SUPPORT THE LORD’S ANOINTED	

Praise be to God for exhorting us to support the Lord’s anointed in:
Bravery along sin-anguish to overcome temptation
Battle against unrighteousness toward triumph
Best awakened from tests for thanksgiving  
Business around ministry-toils  
Blessings amidst trials

2Samuel 2:6 Praise be to the Lord Who helps us
to show kindness to others: 
Strengthening faithfulness-fervency
Settling fellowship-friendship 
Subduing foolishness-failure
Smiting frustration-fright 
Sharing faith-fervour
 
2Samuel 3:39 Praise be to the Saviour for
rewarding everyone well according to His:
Wisdom to correct wickedness
Way for checking willfulness
Word midst compassion for the weak
Work that cares for the weary
Will commending the worthy. Amen!

April 4, 2024

Who Is It -Whose Is It---

Who is it, come unto me Jesus

Father there’s a knocking at my door
Who is it?
Appearing I spy through the peep-hole
Who is it?
There’s a man standing there
He’s whispering “May I come in and sup with you”
With stretch forth our arms and hands
He’s a vision He tells me
That
He loves me
He tells me that He loves me
He tells me that he died and rose again
And I believe in Him
As I answer the call
I open up the door and I answered the phone
Come on in Lord and sup with me
Hallelujah

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
1/7/23

It

I can’t just ignore how tight it hugs me
How it caresses through my soul
How it exposes pretence of innocence overhaul
A touch of it sending goose bumps all over me
I can’t hide anymore, from beautified macabre
Coz its radiance reveals my dark silhouette
The mask unmasked, pulled off and shoved off
Am its pushover, adjunct to its whims and in it swept off
I can’t resist how I slide along its gooey surface
Ever since its appearance, smoothening rough edges,
My entire itinerary requisite sufficed
Back and forth am pushed, taking past hooey serious
To extremities that I could dare not imagine were precious
I sloth at time wasted on fingle-fangle,
With tremor and cowardice, had waved off
And wafted away pots upon pots of inviting cosset
But with it, my tour de force is world class and it I covet
The urge to stretch forth, pluck and sink my teeth
In both poisonous and supple, sweetened sour, to pleasure writhe
Lowering my bucket so deep in their pristine cisterns,
To just drink and drink from their forbidden cool rith
And quench my thirst, decade old thirst
As they call my name amid a bene placito!

What-If

"What if" 


What if you wake up   and see R.I.P to my name 
My  fire burning in your soul
So angry at yourself for not  saying goodnight the night before the news blazed 
And for the grudges you hold 
As you stretch forth your hands to my portrait you know I'm with God in his throne  


In all your sufferings and pains I still tell you that you are blessed 
What If in our last conversation I asked for your forgiveness
Just to make amends 
When you and I know that I didn't hurt you if we take God as our witness


What if you call to confirm my death
 And hear my parent crying 
Grieving  in pain for my passing 
Would you be left in regret ?
 For the food I begged  for as I was starving to death 

What if you walk to my home and see my face on the poster with "Sun rise" and "Sun set" caption, and tears  from my eyes on the portrait  dripping 
And my brother say to you "He  journeyed to the land of no returning "

What if I kiss the grave before our next project?
Would you tell the world that I was a prospect?

Daffodils

Fields Of shiny golden hue
Stretch forth before me and you
They herald a brand new spring
A truly, truly wondrous thing

We will wade through that amber sea
We'll run and leap and be so free
Free as the birds that swoop and soar
Free from worry and care evermore

The earth brings us life anew
Trees so green, the sky so blue
As these flowers lift their gilded heads
And dance in the breeze in their brown earth bed

They beckon us to join them there
To do much more than stand and stare
We are filled with the life of spring
And the joy that Gods good work can bring

Though winters cold will come and go
We won’t mind the ice and snow
As we await that first gold bloom
To take away the unending gloom

To fill our hearts with joy and life
To take away our cares and strife
We owe a debt to this lovely flower
It banishes sorrow with its golden power

Healing Hands

healing hands stretch forth
magnetising themselves in Gods light
holographically replicated across all existence
seeking permission for healing by resonation
laying bare before God purity of our intent
imaging therein recipients hallowed aura
that He may bestow divine benediction 
filling all dark voids by His luminosity

the healer but a humble conduit
as individuated God essence
begins with childlike prayer 
outcome total surrender

27-March-2021

A Prayer - Psalm 143 - Constanza

O Lord God, hear me speedily,
My heart within is desolate,
In Thee I trust, for You are great,

I stretch forth my hands unto Thee,
I muse on the work of Thy hands,
Lead me, Lord, into upright lands,

My soul is like a land thirsty,
Instruct me, Lord, how to be still,
Teach me, O God, to do Thy will,

Redeem me from mine enemy, 
Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear,
Deliver me from those I fear,

In Thy faithfulness, answer me,
Quicken me, Lord, for Thy name's sake,
Help me know the way I should take,

O Lord God, hear me speedily,
I stretch forth my hands unto Thee,
My soul is like a land thirsty,
Redeem me from mine enemy, 
In Thy faithfulness, answer me.


07.22.2020

Rhythm of the Rain

Tap lightly to the window,
see the dance upon the pane,
hear the rhythm... 
of the rain.

Stretch forth your limbs and bend,
to the sway among the trees,
and feel the gentle breeze...

Speaking softly, once again,
of a mystery, running deep,
within your Soul.

Just let the impulse spring,
into life, imagining,
a time, there...
of a movement in your dance.

Like a sail set out to sea,
an expression to be free,
and the presence...
of a mighty power within.

Wango Tango

Wango Tango

hear their noise left to employ
stretch forth the magic wand
headed for sheer desire;

left for music with a smile
reaching out the dial...
go crazy in the swing

uptown crazy doers,
see the piano chill
crazed as in the Willow

my Mercury widow,
shadows complete to hello
mind peaks to stereo

love the beat of the tempo
Wango Tempo,
"Made a pussy burn with ther stroke of my hand"   T.Nugent
legal
fire house spark

Wango Tango
midas touch to hear

Easter

Easter,
The Spring of the year.
A time for rejoicing,
For merriment and cheer.

When Nature at last ,
Will stretch forth her hand,
To awaken new life,
And replenish the land.

We welcome warm breezes,
And soft Spring time rains,
As things start to blossom,
On hillsides and plains.

We celebrate Spring,
And the warmth of the sun,
The sun, The Son,
New Life has begun.

God Changes Me

GOD CHANGES ME


Though I walk in the middle of troubles;
You my God will revive me;
And you shall stretch forth your hand;
Against the evils in the lands;
And if my shadows deems to double;
You my God will recreate me;

And your stretch hand against the wrath of mine;
My enemies and your right hand shall save me
Yes, my God your right hand shall save me
Against the evils in the lands, you shall stretch forth your hand;
You my God will revive me,  you my God will recreate me;


11/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Inspired by Psalm 138:7

The Temptress

The temptress on her noon day smiles
 with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
 the longing and belonging
 the days are coming to hear a song
 to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
 whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
 stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

 The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
 to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
 take you away to a beautiful place
 whinding down the ladder
 beg for mercy nor mere chatter
 she dipped her pen in the ink well again
 cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed

Loss of Innocence

Fragrant flower, Jasmine infused,

the evening breathes comic book laughter,

colors white and green and yellow.

Our heroes, our saviors in bold of

twilight blue and mud red ocher.

Perfume fingers stretch forth on evening breeze

searching for that champion 

only to find, beneath primary hues,

a miriad of diffuse pastel hides

beneath balloon exclamations,

our vain attempt to save us from ourselves.




04/22/18

Obliterating Oblivion

I sit there staring straight at it
Watching it disappear
Bit by bit
I’m too entangled with it
Maybe I’m a part and parcel of it
The more I look at it
The less I see
It stares back hard

Now I’m scared
I don’t know what it’s thinking
It looks menacing
But I know I’m not liking this feeling
Now I can’t feel anything anymore
The world just fades away
Along with everything in it

I see my sisters
I call out to them
I stretch forth my hands
But they don’t seem to hear me
They don’t seem to see me

What is this?
Is this death taking a tour of me?
Is this life after death?

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