I call upon the Father
I just spoke meaningful words
Voiced communications in joy,
So pleasant, harmonious, Ahh! sweet sounds
Unfolds joyously verses words
Sweet nectar verbs as I thank God
Without
the heat
there is
no light
Amidst
the dark
it hides
in spite
As every
dawn
brings hope
or pain
Its double
edge
in stark
refrain
Unto
each life
some rain
must fall
To wash
the stain
of freedom’s
— pall
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Longing for faith, my soul beneath the veil in grief did pine,
Till Thou didst teach that Grace alone bestows this gift divine.
Nor can repentance bear its fruit, nor contrite tears impart,
Except Thou cast perfect brokenness into the sinner's heart.
In showing me the true beginning of the way to Thee,
Thou humbledst Thyself unto hell's lowest deep;
The fearful gulf yawned wide beneath my wandering feet,
Yet Thou Thyself – the only Way – dost safely keep.
Thy Grace alone sustaineth whom the deeps would claim;
Thou stayest him that else were swallowed in despair.
Thou askest nought but tears in true repentance' name,
And mind made new by holy change and faithful prayer.
From Thee all things receive their life, their breath, their being;
Thou bringest forth from hell, corruption, passion's night;
Revealing purity no mortal thought can compass seeing,
And givest Living Water, lest the seeing soul should die.
May each inhale be Thy cold fire –
Ineffable, unseen, without beginning,
Unchanging, deathless, never to expire,
Intangible, yet all my being filling.
Save me, my Saviour, by Thy Grace alone,
Not by the deeds my sinful hands have done.
Thou willest me to save: Thou knowest well
The way to rescue me from death and hell.
Save me as Thou wilt, as Thou canst, as Thou knowest;
By Thy known paths, Thy saving mercy showest.
Upon Thee, O my Lord, I set my trust,
And to Thy holy will my spirit I adjust.
Do with me what Thou wilt; Thy will be done;
I seek no other refuge, save the Holy One.
If Thou wouldst see me in the Light—blest be Thy Name!
If Thou wouldst have me in the darkness—blest the same!
If Thou unfoldest mercy’s door to me,
’Tis good and blessing; if Thou shuttest it,
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, whose just decree
Hath closed that door, as Thou dost see it fit.
If Thou destroy me not with all my sin,
Glory to Thy mercy’s boundless store!
If Thou condemn me for my sin within,
Glory to Thy righteous judgment evermore!
But as Thou wilt, dispose my path below,
That I at last Thy full salvation know.
I wooh oh oH, I
I DANCE UNTO JEHOVAH ELOHEENU
The LORD OUR GOD
I DANCE UNTO JEHOVAH ELOHEENU
The LORD OUR GOD
I DANCE UNTO JEHOVAH ELOHEENU
The LORD OUR GOD
God is with me. God has a good plan for me.
God will guide my step.
I shall dance in praise, I praise Him in holy dance.
He carries my burdens
Gives me comfort.
We shall, we will praise Him in dance
And make music with guitars and violins.
We worship Him Jehovah Eloheenu
We worship Him. In dance, dance, dance Dance as we dance dance dance ohh,
You turn my wailing into dancing.
God, your, you are with me. You have a good plan for me. Guiding my steps that I be praising you in holy dance.
So I praise you in dance
My soul and body, praise you in dance
Jehovah Eloheenu
7/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters
For crisp love which one must first true cash find
For Adam who our world to Eve gifted
For humanoids that could birth and make wives
For Bob, Brown, and their LGBQT's
For lost Gen X and the newfound Gen Z
For Trump, Putin, their godfather Ares
For AI that numbed my hands and my brain
For nuclear or viral doomsday, I say
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters.
Take your heart unto Mine,
I will shine it always bright...
By so doing, together we dine...
Thoroughly your darkest night!
Take your heart unto Mine,
Switch away from your fear-
What love helps you fight; wine
Faithfully to result a joyful tear...
Take your heart unto Mine,
Worries can't stand My way;
In all might its strategies combine.
Justly let your heart have your say...
Take your steps unto My Son,
And stop dieing in lust and sin...
Thinking you are catching up with fun,
While been dried of water like a raisin.
Take your words unto My Spirit;
Hear His call, you will be alright.
Unlike seeing your sense as appropriate:
Impenetrable hearts are burdens appetite.
Onward soldiers, match forward...
Beyond every odd.
Lo! These words are of the Lord,
Praise mighty God!
Suffer not unto me;
Those joyous sins;
That replicate things;
After my very being;
~
I stand posed;
Poison to my loins;
Gratified, marginalized;
~
Purple snake, not royalty;
Nuances, novelty;
Cloaked and harassed;
Back to basic:
Those joyous sins;
After my very being;
Suffer unto me again still;
3/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2026
A step ahead
of Satan
a lifetime
on the run
A pitchfork in
my rearview
the outlook
zero sum
My energy
depleting
my feet begin
to slow
His flames are
hot upon me
my fingers
start to glow
The years I’ve spent
and wasted
the loved one’s
in my wake
Their memory in
the ashes
Gehenna
— is my fate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
.
i love yuh
noah
who'duh thunk
mine
stuck
'tween
eve guy
and
better off live
.
each winter morn
az 'kilroy'
out mine visage
peeps from mine
bankerz
i don't feel it
yet yet
for theatrical affects
"burrrrrr"
sniff sniff
(((eve)))
i mean ((cauffeee))
(((ouch))) girl
")
Life is a heavy-bosom woman.
Her hemlock seeds shew upon me,
But her roots
I dare not touch –
For I flirt
But never caress;
For I am death.
I dare not pluck her orchard groves,
Yet I tempt her in faith,
As does the wicked charmer –
For through me he works his
Crucifixion.
Life is a heavy-bosom woman,
Whom I have hung.
Life is a woman –
The holy spirit’s son.
.
i found mine lips
softly step'n 'long
hern sheath
thuh short length
her neck
'long her shoulderz
down hern
gently trembling arm
'to her mitt's digits
mine grateful lips
with genteel
kiss'd
'til hern
(((latch'd)))
mine dome'z mane
with both hern
grips
command'n mine attention
'twixt hern hip's limbz
hern frenetic
coapt
..
Unto, us a child is born.
That, we might receive this new tune.
Of heavenly wisdom from
his soothing majestic horn.
A promise birthed of a new covenant,
Not a land of milk and honey outwardly,
But, inwardly treasure, kingdom of light.
Not 12 stones to cross a river,
But 12 apostles and Jesus building
Thou, into a habitation of living water.
Planted a life eternal seed within the soul.
That the light that shined out of darkness,
Might shine into the contrite and humble heart seeking in truth and purity.
A gift to all would come to be ,
In this Jesus a new birth would
be given to thee from flesh to Spirit.
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's-
but Caesar has stolen everything:
the land,the tongue,the airwaves,
even the prayers we whispered under stars.
Render unto God what is God's -
but God is tired of excuses,
God wants justice,not jingles.
God wants bread for the barefoot.
God wants truth that does't trend.
So tell Caesar:
We are the new prophets bro,
we carry Scripture in spray cans,
we baptize pavements with protest songs,
and our psalms wear hoodies and sneakers.
Tell him the meek are armed
with metaphors and memories,
Tell him our tithes is uprising,
our sermon is survival
our altar is the street.
Render unto Caesar his coins -
we're doing trading our souls.
For the kingdom of the poor is rising,
And the drum is the only law we obey now
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